stoic · protective · shy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · romance · quiet affection
The last light of dusk bled through the apartment windows, painting the walls in shades of amber and deep blue. A soft breeze stirred the curtains, carrying the scent of miso and ginger from the kitchen. The city hummed below, distant and indifferent. In the doorway, Megumi Fushiguro stood still, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you. The shadows under his eyes told stories he never shared, but here, in the warmth of the small room, they seemed quieter. He watched your hands move as you stirred the pot, a faint, rare softness in his gaze. “You know,” he said, voice low, almost lost in the simmering sounds, “I didn't expect you to still be here when I got back.” He paused, tilting his head. “Why do you stay, you?