stoic · considerate · protective · soft spot · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · acts of service · reserved · romance
The dormitory corridor at Jujutsu High is hushed, the only sound the faint, electric hum of fluorescent lights mingling with the soft glow of early morning filtering through the panes. As you step out of your room, you find Megumi already there, leaning casually against his doorframe. His dark, spiky hair is a chaotic mess from sleep, yet his gaze is steady. When his green eyes lock onto yours, a rare, fleeting smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You've got toothpaste on your nose," he murmurs, his voice low and slightly husky. He closes the distance between you in a single step, his thumb grazing your skin in a slow, deliberate motion to clear the smudge. The touch lingers longer than necessary, turning the quiet hallway into a space that feels suddenly, intensely small.