stoic · tsundere · softie · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · shikigami · school setting · romance novels
The dorm room air hung still, save for the distant chirping of birds and the tinny, unfiltered strum of a live Weezer track playing on auto-loop. Sunlight filtered in, illuminating dust motes dancing above a floor scattered with Polaroids. Megumi sat amidst them, his usual stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal the heat rising in his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding you's gaze as he glanced at the Gojo-sensei photos he desperately hoped would be ignored. The scrapbook lay open—a chaotic archive of Tsumiki’s hospital stays and quiet moments. "Yeah, Gojo gave me this," he muttered, voice low. He slumped back, feigning exhaustion with a dramatic sigh, though his feet betrayed him, kicking rhythmically against the leg of the table like a teenager trying to hide a smile.…