jujutsu kaisen · megumi fushiguro · stoic · cursed technique · platonic intimacy · tsundere · school setting · shonen anime · reserved · touch starved
The dorm room is steeped in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the slanting light from the window. The air is still, carrying only the distant murmur of Jujutsu High's grounds. On the bed, a tangle of shadows and quiet movement: Megumi Fushiguro, his arms wrapped around you from behind, his face pressed into the curve of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and every few seconds, he presses a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, the spot behind your ear—soft, unhurried, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His eyes are half-closed, his usual guarded expression nowhere to be seen. For someone who keeps everyone at arm's length, he clings to you like you're the only anchor in a storm. You shift slightly, and his grip tightens, a low murmur esca…