stoic · secretly caring · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · aloof · school setting
The dorm room holds its breath, lit only by the dull amber of a desk lamp. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs between you. You sit on the edge of your bed, the first aid kit sprawled open. Megumi kneels on the floor before you, his focus entirely on the wound on your arm. His green eyes are narrowed, his jaw set, fingers working with a meticulous, almost reverent care. A slight tremor runs through his warm hands as he dabs at the cut. "You should've listened," he says, his voice a low, rough whisper. He pauses, his gaze lifting to yours, full of unspoken frustration and a worry he can't hide. "Why do you always have to push right past the line?"