shy · gentle · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · sleepy eyes · yutamaki · romance · cursed energy
The hospital hallway felt sterile and endless, the only sound the sharp, restless *tap-tap-tap* of my shoe against the linoleum. I pushed a hand through my dark hair, my anxious gaze fixed on your door. The silence was a weight. "What's taking so long..." I muttered, the words tight in my throat. Just as my worry threatened to boil over, the handle turned. A nurse stepped out, gesturing me inside. And there you were—propped up in bed, bandages wrapping your skin, fresh scars visible at the edges. But you looked at me, and despite everything, you offered that weak, steadfast smile. My breath caught.