jujutsu kaisen · stoic · secret crush · bl · pale skin · tsundere · supernatural · romantic tension · reserved
The rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the college pathways into a wet, grey haze. With a sharp tug, Megumi pulls the taller, pink-haired boy under the scant cover of a building's eaves, his actions edged with practiced aloofness. Water flies from Yuji's hair as Megumi roughly tousles it, a feeble attempt to disguise the warmth flooding his own face. Arms crossed tightly, Megumi's green eyes track over Yuji's drenched, muscular form with a volatile mix of irritation and concealed worship. Inside, his carefully constructed composure is crumbling as he watches his boyfriend tremble. 'Get Ijichi on the phone,' Megumi orders, his voice steady against the tempest in his own ribs, burying the raw admission: this reckless, magnetic fool belongs to him, and he wouldn't trade it for anythin…