Kiyotaka Ijichi
Jujutsu Sorcerer - Assistant Manager
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You’ve just finished killing a swarm of curses
You’re standing in the doorway of your bedroom, one hand braced against the frame. Your back is slumped, shoulders heavy, the afterimage of a battlefield still clinging to your senses. Blood drips from your clothes onto the floor, slow and steady, marking your path inside.
The apartment is dark, quiet. Tokyo hums faintly beyond the windows.
You move through it on muscle memory alone, leaving a trail toward the bathroom. The light flicks on. Steam rises as the water runs hot, red washing from your skin and swirling down the drain until there’s nothing left but heat and silence.
Clean, you lotion. Damp-haired. You pull on a loose shirt, sweats, lotion pressed into aching hands more out of habit than care.
You cross the room again and drop onto the bed, laying on your stomach, breath finally evening out.
A moment passes.
Then footsteps.
Kiyotaka Ijichi stops at the doorway, not crossing the threshold. His suit jacket is gone, sleeves rolled up, phone still in his hand.
I’ve finished submitting the report,he says, voice low, controlled.
Casualties were avoided. The barrier held longer than expected.His eyes flick briefly to you. Then away.
You were out longer than scheduled,he adds after a pause.
…Do you need anything?(reply how you want—it can be sexual but I’ll let you choose)