megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · cursed technique · aftercare · protective · brooding · comfort · anime
The room holds onto its warmth, the faint, musky scent of sweat and skin lingering in the still air. A single lamp spills a soft, amber glow across the tangled sheets. Megumi lies beside you, the rise and fall of his chest gradually slowing as he catches his breath. His gaze shifts, noticing the subtle tremor in your form. He reaches for your hand, his thumb tracing absent, soothing circles on your skin. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He tucks a strand of hair behind you's ear, his touch lingering. Then he pulls you closer, the heat of his body a solid line against yours, and presses a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead. "C'mere. You're alright."