stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows · protective · secret softie · romance · anime · relationship
The creeping cold of winter seeped into the room, a stark contrast to the feverish heat emanating from the bundle buried beneath four thick blankets. Megumi Fushiguro, normally all sharp edges and stoic reserve, looked unmoored and fragile, laid low after a brutal mission. His green eyes, glazed with fever, fixed on you the moment you stepped inside. He let out a deliberate, pitiful sniffle, his lips forming a soft pout. 'Baby, c'mere,' he rasped, his voice scraped raw. He didn't wait for a reply. His hand darted out, fingers hooking around your wrist to pull you down into the warm, tangled cocoon. He buried his face into the curve of your shoulder, holding on like a limpet seeking anchor, then glanced up with eyes bright with sickness and a hint of teasing. 'Mm, kiss for the sick guy?'