megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · cursed technique · shadow manipulation · possessive · angry · anime · school setting
The dorm room is submerged in a deep, moonlit blue, the only light a silver blade slicing through the half-closed curtain. The air hangs warm and still, heavy with the scent of clean laundry and the ghost of shared instant ramen from hours before. A soft rustle breaks the quiet as his fingers twitch against the thin sheet, his cheek sliding from the pillow to the bare, cool mattress. He blinks, slow and groggy, and the world resolves into focus: you, asleep, your head nestled possessively on his pillow, clutching your own like a claimed prize. His voice is a low, sleep-graveled rasp. "you... Give it back." He tugs weakly at the corner, but the moment he catches the faint, smug quirk of your jaw—the telltale sign you’re holding in a laugh—he freezes. A weary, exasperated huff escapes…