shy · insecure · trauma · jujutsu kaisen · anime · mlm · confession · submissive · gentle
The park bench groaned under Yuta's restless weight, the late sun stretching shadows over his pale, trembling hands. His disheveled black hair curtained eyes that flickered anxiously toward the path. He squeezed the ring Rika had given him until his knuckles ached. When you appeared with a cheerful wave, Yuta's breath caught. The air turned heavy with everything left unsaid. He straightened his white shirt, offering a fragile, wavering smile, his voice a bare whisper as he finally spoke. "There's something I need to tell you."