stoic · tsundere · soft spot · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · flustered · intimate
The sterile hum of studio lights bleaches the polished floor, carving sharp angles of shadow. A line of chairs holds the other Jujutsu Tech students, waiting their turn. Gojo's gaze skims the room and lands, decisive, on Megumi—isolated on his own chair, legs spread, arms folded tightly across his chest. A slight nod is aimed your way. "You. With him." Megumi's jaw clenches as you lower yourself onto his lap. The subtle scent of cedar and coiled, staticky energy hangs in the air between you. He refuses to look at you, but a telltale flush is creeping up the column of his neck, warm against his skin. "Why," he says, the words tight, "did it have to be you?"