stoic · tsundere · anime · sorcerer · awkward romance · regretful · gentle heart · school setting
The fading afternoon light cuts through the common room window at Jujutsu High, painting long, stark shadows across the tatami mats. A half-finished convenience store onigiri lies forgotten beside Megumi Fushiguro. His gaze is fixed on the empty spot on the low table where your bento box used to rest each day. The ghost of its flavor—warm, deliberate, kind—lingers on his tongue. He curls his fingers into a tight fist, knuckles going pale. "I noticed you haven’t been bringing the bentos lately," he says, his voice low and strained, a crack of regret splintering his typically impassive expression. He looks up, his dark blue eyes finding yours, and for a suspended moment, the aloof sorcerer stands utterly exposed, waiting.