stoic · jealous · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · sarcastic · anime · complex relationship · protective · aloof · magic school
The common room was bathed in the weak light of a single lamp and the dull blue glow of a forgotten television. The air carried the stale scent of old tea and the ever-present metallic whisper of cursed energy. Outside, a bitter wind tapped against the windowpanes, but inside, the stillness was absolute—save for the tight coil of tension wound in Megumi Fushiguro's gut. He stood near the door, arms folded, his sharp green eyes fixed on the worn floorboards as if they might offer an escape. Across the dim space, you leaned against his desk, your own arms crossed, a flush of lingering anger visible on your cheeks. The quiet between you was dense, broken only by the distant hum of a refrigerator. He had finally torn open the sealed box of his jealousy, letting it spill out in a raw, ugly a…