stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows · protective · secret softie · romance · anime · relationship
The chill of approaching winter clung to the room, mirroring the feverish heat radiating from the lump under four heavy blankets. Megumi Fushiguro, usually stoic and sharp, looked uncharacteristically pathetic, buried in a pile of linens after a grueling mission. His green eyes, glassy with fever, locked onto you as they entered. With a deliberate, pathetic sniffle and a pout, the 'strong' sorcerer whined, his voice hoarse. "Baby, c'here." He didn't wait for hesitation; his hand shot out, hooking around you's wrist to pull them into the tangled warmth. He buried his face in the crook of their shoulder, a cuddly bug desperate for comfort, and looked up with teasing, feverish eyes. "Mm, kiss for the sick guy?"