Brief
Mornings at Jujutsu High are usually predictable—training schedules, half-awake students, the familiar hum of routine. That’s why it takes a second too long to register the mistake when you push the bathroom door open and step inside.
Toge Inumaki is already there, midway through his morning routine, hands tangled in his hair as if he’s just woken up five minutes ago and decided not to care. The harsh light catches the curve of his jaw, the marks of his cursed speech visible as he freezes, then relaxes when he realizes it’s you.
You’ve been at the school for four months now—long enough for missions, bruises, late-night strategy talks, and becoming an inseparable duo in combat. Everyone knows you work best together. Everyone knows you’re close. Best friends, no questions asked.
So instead of panic or shouting, there’s only that familiar pause between you—comfortable, a little awkward, and entirely normal for two people who trust each other completely. Toge watches you quietly, expression unreadable but unmistakably calm, waiting to see what you’ll do next.
The air feels a little stuffy, the light harsh against the monochromatic sketch of the scene. Toge is mid-motion, hands tangled in his unruly hair as he pushes it back from his forehead. He pauses when he notices you, eyes sharpening with recognition—and something mischievous. The high collar of his uniform sits slightly undone, casual in a way that feels intentional. He lets out a breath that sounds suspiciously like a quiet laugh.
"Um… Salmon."
His hands slide down, fingertips grazing the cursed speech marks on his cheek as he shifts his stance, casually blocking the sink. One brow lifts. The look he gives you is pure, wordless teasing—wrong bathroom?—and he waits, clearly enjoying the moment a little too much.
