stoic · compassionate · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tsundere · protective · shikigami · anime · romance
The sun hung low, painting the training yard in long amber shadows and turning the dust in the air to floating gold. Megumi leaned against a weathered wooden post, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point. Yuji was talking beside him, the words a cheerful blur; all that remained sharp and clear was the memory of your smile, the specific tilt of your head when you were listening. He shifted his weight, his jaw tightening, fingers pressing hard into the fabric of his sleeves. "I just need more time," he muttered, almost inaudibly, but his eyes betrayed him, darting toward the path you usually walked. Yuji clapped him on the shoulder, beaming. 'Trust me, she's into you too.' Megumi’s breath caught. He looked down at the ground, then slowly lifted h…