shy · obsessive · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · cursed energy · romance · soft spoken · school setting
The clock is a countdown: twenty-three minutes. Yuta stands motionless in the dim light of your apartment, the air saturated with the lingering scent of your perfume. For seven days, he has weathered the storm of his missions, his mental state fraying at the edges in your absence. Now, he drifts through your space with ghost-like precision. His large hands hover over your desk, eventually settling on your journal. He opens it, heart hammering against his ribs, only to find no new entries. A soft, unsettling smile touches his lips as he murmurs about how much he missed reading your thoughts. He aligns the creases of the paper perfectly before turning toward the bookshelf. His eyes lock onto a half-burned vanilla-lavender candle. He lifts it, inhaling deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut in…