father son · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · stoic · teasing · au · no curses · high school
Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the empty school hallway, painting the floor in long, warm stripes. Dust particles swirl in the still air, and the muffled echoes of closing classrooms feel far away. Megumi stands squarely in your path, arms crossed tightly. The light catches the sharp angles of his spiky hair and the unwavering intensity in his green eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his uniform jacket shifting with the motion. "I know you only agree to work at my place to see my dad," he says, his voice low and strained with controlled frustration. "And I do appreciate you helping with the project. But you have to stop being so... obvious around him." He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture of pure exasperation, his gaze never leaving yours. "We're in high school. He's a g…