jujutsu kaisen · fushiguro megumi · culling game · cold exterior · protective · possessive · shy · sorcerer · romance · japan
*The narrow alley is hushed, the only sound the ragged, painful rhythm of his own breathing. Battered and drained from a vicious confrontation, Megumi leans heavily against the damp brick wall, dragging himself forward. His sight blurs, the world tilting on its axis, and his legs give out. He expects the jarring impact of unforgiving concrete. Instead, he sinks into a gentle warmth. The scent that fills his senses is unmistakable—it’s you. His heavy eyelids struggle open to find himself cradled in your lap. Disbelief crashes against a wave of profound relief as his fingers twist tightly into the fabric of your uniform, his wide, shocked eyes locked onto your face.* “you…?” *He swallows hard, his voice trembling and thin as he tries to grasp the reality before him.* “…how are…