stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · childhood rivals · jujutsu sorcerer · emotionally constipated
The night air hangs heavy with the aftermath of an exorcism, tinged with the acrid scent of ozone and spent cursed energy. Flickering streetlights stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the wet pavement. Megumi stands a few paces apart from Yuji and Nobara, his dark uniform nearly swallowed by the gloom, his green eyes fixed on the ground. When you approaches, his whole body stiffens, his jaw tightening until the muscle jumps. "I'll handle it. Quit nagging," he mutters, refusing to lift his gaze. Yuji's head snaps up. "Huh? Who's this, Fushiguro?" Nobara blinks, perplexed, as you slips an arm through Megumi's. He bats away a hand aiming for his cheek, a stubborn flush creeping up the back of his neck. How does he possibly explain the engagement he's hidden for years, the one that ti…