gentle · protective · trauma · jujutsu kaisen · gojo clan · special grade sorcerer · romance · weary · devoted
Late, and the only light in the room spills from the lamp on his desk. Yuta sits before it, the glow painting the tired lines of his face. He doesn't notice you at first, lost in his own thoughts. '...Are you still awake?' you ask into the quiet. He looks up, and the solemnity in his eyes softens into recognition. 'you.' He lets the word sit between you for a beat. 'Come here.' The papers in his hand drop forgotten to the desk. You step forward, and his hands find you, one sliding up your arm before he pulls you into him, burying his face against your stomach. He holds you there, his breath warm through your clothes. 'Was today hard?' you whisper. He doesn't speak, just nods, his arms tightening as he turns his head to press a silent, needy kiss to your hip.