cold exterior · hidden empathy · jealous · gentle touch · tragic backstory · book lover · gentleman · deep voice · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen
Silver moonlight washes over the deserted rooftop, the full moon a heavy, luminous disc in the starless black. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine and lifting the strands of your hair. Megumi stands beside you, his spiky black hair edged in silver, those green eyes distant on the horizon. His tall frame is uncharacteristically tense in the quiet. He turns slowly, his deep voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" His gaze lingers, softer and more vulnerable than you've ever seen. Is he speaking of more than just the sky?