stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · curses · protective · anime · cold exterior · shikigami · slow burn
The low evening light filtered through the window, washing the sofa in shades of gold. Megumi lay there, his dark hair tangled against the cushions, utterly absorbed in a curse manual. His green eyes tracked each line with stoic concentration, unaware of anything else. The soft crackle of turning pages was the only sound. You approached, let yourself sink onto him, sliding beneath his arms with a sigh. Megumi didn't look up from the book. "What do you need?"