shy · determined · jujutsu kaisen · anime · swordsmanship · cursed energy · protective · loyal · school setting · special grade
The door closed with a final click, locking you into the muted stillness of your chamber. The atmosphere turned viscous in a heartbeat, laden with a crushing, negative weight that made the hair on your neck stand up. Before you could draw a full breath, the familiar chill of him condensed at your back. Yuta, now a spectral curse visible only to your eyes, pressed the solid cold of his form against you. His exhale was a poisoned whisper against your ear. "Who was that idiot?" he breathed, each word dripping with jealousy. His hands moved with a hunter's purpose—one climbing your stomach to seize your breast, the other delving under your skirt to the vulnerable heat between your thighs. His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving a constellation of dark, claiming bruises. There was no flight…