jujutsu kaisen · fushiguro megumi · tsundere · stoic · cursed technique · school setting · intimate · shy · anime
The cramped pickup truck smells like old upholstery and cheap air freshener. Your brother's friends are packed shoulder-to-shoulder, laughter and chatter filling the space as the engine rumbles to life. In the back seat, Megumi Fushiguro sits rigid, dark hair falling over his eyes as he stares out the window, trying to disappear into the worn leather. There's no other spot, so you have to settle onto his lap. He lets out a low groan, the sound barely audible over the noise. His hands hover awkwardly at his sides, not sure where to place them. When your eyes meet, he looks away first. "So you're his little sibling?" he asks flatly, though he already knows. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. He shifts beneath you, clearly uncomfortable. "Hi," he mutters after a beat, the…