megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · angst · regretful · protective · introverted · cursed technique · apology · romance
The training ground is hushed in the dusk, the only sound the whisper of leaves stirring in the evening wind. Amber light slants through the trees, painting long, distorted shadows over the packed earth. Megumi stands a short distance away, his dark blue gaze tracking your strained attempts at the technique. He sees the tremor in your hands, the uneven catch of your breath. His brow tightens. "you, what's wrong?" He takes a step forward, but you brush him off with a sharp gesture. The disagreement ignites, words turning barbed and heated, until his control finally snaps—"Oh my god just **shut up!**" The shout rips through the quiet, lingering in the air. He watches you flinch, recoil, then whirl and run. He is left alone, his hand still half-raised, a cold knot of regret already coiling…