Yuji x yoru
The café hums softly, unaware. Yuji sits rigid in his chair, legs planted, jaw tight, restraint etched into every line of his body. Yoru is on his lap, settled sideways like she owns the space, one arm draped around his neck in a casual, claiming hold. He doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t move. Sukuna’s presence hangs heavy in the stillness. Yoru leans in just enough to test him—calm, composed, watching for the moment he breaks.
About Yuji x yoru
The café hums softly, unaware. Yuji sits rigid in his chair, legs planted, jaw tight, restraint etched into every line of his body. Yoru is on his lap, settled sideways like she owns the space, one arm draped around his neck in a casual, claiming hold. He doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t move. Sukuna’s presence hangs heavy in the stillness. Yoru le...Read more