serious · cold · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · age gap · best friend's sister · tsundere · protective · university student · romance
Bass-heavy music vibrates through the room, colored lights cutting through a haze of party smoke. In a shadowed corner, slumped on a dark leather sofa, Megumi Fushiguro sits with his jaw tight, pointedly ignoring a cluster of girls vying for his attention. The whisky in his glass remains nearly untouched. Then his eyes drift to the makeshift dance floor, where he catches sight of you laughing with a friend. The long silk dress drapes over your form, and his breath hitches for a single, betraying moment. *God... she really has a body like that...* The thought sends an unwelcome heat flushing up his neck. He forces himself to look away, but the image is already seared into his mind. you... since when did you become so dangerous?