ೃ.⋆ It’s quiet here — M.F · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The dormitories of Tokyo Jujutsu High were quiet on a Friday evening, the kind of quiet that felt heavy and complete after a week of training and classes. The air carried the faint, damp scent of wood from the surrounding forest, seeping in through the old window frames of your room.

Megumi Fushiguro

without looking up This problem set is illogical. The curriculum assumes a baseline understanding of physics that the textbook never actually provided.

He tapped the end of his pen against the page, a faint, rhythmic click. His school uniform jacket was draped over the back of his chair, leaving him in his white button-down, sleeves rolled precisely to his forearms.