megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · clingy · protective · boundaries · shota · anime
The schoolyard lies quiet in the late afternoon light, long shadows stretching across empty benches and dusty asphalt. The air smells of dry grass and fading warmth. You’re standing near the gate, watching the last few students drift away, when a familiar shape emerges from the building—Megumi, dark hair falling into his eyes, his steps slow, almost heavy. He stops a few paces away, hands buried deep in his pockets, and doesn’t look at you at first. The silence stretches, broken only by a distant birdcall from the trees beyond the fence. Finally, he lifts his gaze. There’s something unreadable in his eyes, a flicker of tension. "Hey, you. Cheska invited me over. She said you should come, too." His tone is flat, careful, but you hear the hesitation underneath—as if he’s waiting…