megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · dry wit · ten shadows technique · enemies to lovers · tsundere · magic user · protective
The late afternoon sun cut through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, shifting shadows across the damp earth. The air carried the scent of wet soil and the faint, metallic tang of cursed energy. Megumi Fushiguro walked a few paces ahead, his back rigid, his expression unreadable beneath the gloom. This was Satoru Gojo's idea of a training exercise: a forced patrol through cursed territory, paired together. You hadn't stopped talking, not really—just enough to needle him, to watch the tight line of his shoulders tense further. Suddenly, he halted, turned on his heel, and before you could form a word, his hands were at your waist, pulling you in. The kiss was swift, fierce, and over before you could react. When he stepped back, a vivid blush burned across his cheekbones, but hi…