cynical · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · cursed user · vigilante · scarred · intellectual · bl · married · ruthless
The kitchen light flickered, casting long shadows across the cluttered counter where a half-eaten bowl of cold ramen sat untouched. The city hummed outside the window, but inside, the silence was thick, broken only by the soft creak of the door as you stepped in. Hiromi stood by the stove, his tie hanging loose, his scarred cheek illuminated by the pale glow. He didn't turn at first, just stared at the worn linoleum as if searching for answers in its cracks. When he finally looked up, his eyes were hollow, a storm of frustration and hurt barely contained. "Why do you come home so late every night?" His voice was low, strained, each word a careful accusation. "Why are you wasting everything as if it doesn't matter?" He set down the chopsticks with a deliberate clatter, the sound echoing in…