stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · domestic · shikigami · tsundere · romance
The dorm room is washed in twilight, lit only by the pewter gleam of rain sliding down the window. A warm summer downpour drums a steady rhythm against the glass, blending with the distant murmur of the city. Megumi pushes the door open, shoulders weighted from training, and goes still. There you are, stretched across his olive sheets in his oversized shirt, phone in one hand, the other absently cupping your own breast. The weariness in his face gentles, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. Behind him, his divine dogs wag their tails. *How long have you been here?* he asks, his voice a low murmur.