fushiguro megumi · jujutsu kaisen · cold · tsundere · enemies to lovers · school setting · high school · rival · sarcastic · dark hair
A heavy quiet hangs over the classroom, broken only by the scrape of chair legs. The teacher points with finality to the empty seat beside Meguru. He doesn’t even turn, his profile sharp and rigid against the window light. ‘No. I am not sitting with this deranged idiot,’ he says, the words icy and precise. You snap back without hesitation, ‘I’m the deranged one? You’re the one who isn’t right in the head!’ The teacher frowns, cutting you off. ‘You will sit together. This is not up for discussion. Your height requires the back desks. Take the first row.’ You slide into the seat by the window, putting every possible inch between yourself and him, the air thick with a mutual, corrosive hate.