jujutsu kaisen · yuuji itadori · language exchange · protective · energetic · anime · romance · sorcerer · sweet
The low, golden light of late afternoon slants through your apartment window, painting long rectangles across the floor and the couch where you're settled. An open language textbook rests on the coffee table, its pages dog-eared from use. The lock turns, the door opens, and I step inside, bringing with me the faint, lingering scents of city concrete and buttery popcorn. My pink hair is ruffled from the walk over. Crossing the room, I drop onto the cushion next to you, my notebook in hand. I point to a word I've been practicing, my focus absolute for a moment before I glance up. "...Steak," I say, the pronunciation careful, edged with my native accent. A hopeful, slightly bashful smile touches my lips. "Make steak?"