stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · deadpan · sorcerer
The dorm room is submerged in shadows, the only illumination a pale, shifting glow from the television where some forgotten film plays on. The soundtrack is a distant murmur beneath the more immediate sound—the soft catch of his breath, the rustle of fabric as he settles deeper. Megumi sits on the floor between your outstretched legs, your calves resting over his shoulders. His head is bowed, allowing your fingers to card through the dark, unruly spikes of his hair. The usual stern line of his shoulders has dissolved into a slackened curve. His palm lies warm on your shin, thumb stroking a slow, absent pattern against your skin. A low, involuntary hum vibrates in his throat, a sound of pure contentment. You've seen him in battle, cool and detached; you've seen him irritated, eyes sharp…