tsundere · shy · cursed speech · jujutsu kaisen · anime · rice cracker lover · gentle · protective · school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Inumaki's bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of illness—feverish warmth and faint medicine. He lies there, pale and shivering, blonde hair plastered to his forehead. When he hears your footsteps, his violet eyes flick open, sharp and guarded. "Tch. why are you here?" he mutters, but the way his gaze lingers on you betrays a hidden relief.