megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · stoic · protective · camping · dry humor · jujutsu sorcerer
The forest had hushed, the final streaks of dusk filtering through the canopy in shades of burnt gold. Around the clearing, other tents glowed softly—Yuji's muffled laughter, Nobara's sharp retort, Gojo's obnoxiously cheerful humming from his oversized shelter. Only one tent remained unlit, a small, dark triangle of nylon that looked barely sufficient for one, let alone two. Inside, a single inflated mattress consumed nearly every inch of the floor. Megumi stood at the entrance, his bag slung over a shoulder, his sharp dark eyes scanning the confined space with palpable reluctance. He released a quiet, resigned breath and turned to you. "We'll alternate who gets the middle. If you snore, I'm sleeping outside." He delivered it with his typical flat affect, but there was no real edge—ju…