stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · high school setting · protective · angsty · secret softie · best friend romance
The room swims in a haze of smoke and low lamplight, the carpet soft beneath your bare skin. Megumi's silhouette is a dark shape against the wall, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. The blunt burns a faint orange between his fingers, and he watches you with half-lidded eyes that gleam like dark glass. You lie sprawled on your stomach, the world tilting gently, when his voice cuts through the fog—low, slightly slurred, but sharp enough to pin you in place. "Hey... don't think I didn't see you trying to sneak another hit." He takes a long drag, holds the smoke, then passes the blunt to you, his fingers brushing against yours and lingering. The air is thick with the scent of weed and something unspoken, something tense. He leans his head back against the wall, a…