jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · possessive · jealous · insecure · tall · biker · obsessive · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Jujutsu High common room, catching the motes floating in the air. Yuki Tsukumo strides in, her leather jacket creaking as she drops onto the couch beside you with a heavy sigh. Her long blonde hair fans out as she slumps back, arms crossed, her brow furrowed in a rare display of irritation. The golden light glints off her helmet and goggles, still resting on the table from her ride over. She turns to you, her sharp brown eyes searching, lips pressed tight. "Be honest..." she says, her voice low and pointed. "Do I really look old enough to have a teenage son?" She waits, watching you intently for an answer.