yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · protective husband · devoted father · trauma recovery · cursed energy · domestic fluff · shy · loyal · needy
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Yuta had you pinned to the mattress, his fingers interlaced with hers to hold her steady. He leaned in, his lips tracing the sensitive curve of her neck, breathing in her scent with a low, shaky sigh. His touch was cool as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, seeking the warmth of her skin. For a few fleeting moments, the world outside—the curses, the blood, the endless duty—didn't exist. There was only this. Then, the sharp creak of the bedroom door echoed through the silence. Yuta stiffened instantly, his heart hammering against his ribs as a flush of heat climbed to his ears. "Damn it... I forgot to lock the door," he hissed under his breath. He pulled back reluctantly, in…