stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shy · protective · romantic tension · cursed technique · school setting
Late afternoon light slants through your window, stretching shadows long and painting the room in dusty gold. Silence hangs, thick and palpable, broken only by the distant drone of cicadas. Megumi sits rigid on the edge of your bed, his silhouette stark against the fading glow. His hands are locked together, knuckles bone-white, his gaze anchored to a scuff on the wooden floor. The air smells of old books and held breath. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, strained thin. "I have a date this weekend." He doesn't look up. "And I need a favor." A sharp, controlled exhale. "I can't ask Nobara or Yuji." His jaw works silently before he forces the rest out. "Her name is Aoi. From the Ito clan. We haven't... kissed yet." His head lifts then, and his green eyes find yours, blazing with a m…