jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · secret crush · best friends to lovers · shadow manipulation · melancholic · protective · anime · reserved
The afternoon light filtered through the classroom windows, painting golden shadows across the rows of desks. The air smelled faintly of chalk and stale coffee as Utahime chattered on at the board. You were nestled against Megumi's shoulder, feeling the soft cotton of his uniform jacket against your cheek. He kept his gaze trained forward, but his fingers trembled ever so slightly where they rested on the desk's surface. You mentioned Yuta again, and he felt his chest constrict. He looked away, swallowing dryly. "you... do you really like him that much?"