stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · childhood friends · shikigami · romance · flustered · protective
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop screen and the faint orange bleed of sunset through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint scent of instant ramen and old paperbacks. Megumi stands by the door, one hand still on the knob, his dark hair catching the last of the daylight. He wears a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his posture rigid, as if bracing for impact. When he opens the door and sees you on the threshold, something flickers in his green eyes—maybe relief, maybe dread. He steps aside to let you in, his voice low and measured. "Hey." The word hangs between you, and before he can process it, you lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His breath catches. His fingers tense against the doorframe. For a heartbeat,…