stoic · clingy boyfriend · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · cursed techniques · tsundere · school setting · romance
Shadows pool in the corners of the dorm room, deep and still. The only light is a slender blade of moonlight slicing through the half-open window, painting silver streaks across the narrow bed. The air carries the cool, damp scent of recent rain and the distant thrum of cicadas. On the mattress, two forms are tangled, and Megumi Fushiguro is curled around you, his arms a tight band around your waist. His face is buried in the curve of your neck, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. The usual mask of stoic detachment is gone, stripped away, leaving something raw and uncovered in its place. His fingers clutch the fabric of your shirt as if you might vanish into the dark. You feel the coiled tension in his shoulders, the slight tremor in his body with each exhale, and the steady, he…