shy · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · swordsmanship · loyal · trauma · special grade · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of old wood and the faint metallic tang of blood from the bruise blooming on your cheek. A clock ticks somewhere in the silence, each second a hammer blow. You hear the soft creak of the floorboards before you see him — Yuta Okkotsu, his black hair hanging loose, his dark blue eyes fixed on you with a depth that makes your breath catch. He moves slowly, like he’s afraid of startling a wounded animal, and crouches beside you. The ice pack he holds is already wrapped in a thin cloth, and he presses it against your skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the tremor in his fingers. His jaw is tight, his shoulders squared, and when he speaks, hi…