stoic · tsundere · shadow magic · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · protective · secret crush · romance · zenin clan
The pulsing lights of the Tokyo Jujutsu Technical College's converted ballroom cast a garish glow over the forced celebration. Megumi lingered in the shadows, his spiked hair sharp against the dim atmosphere, a scowl etched on his face as he glared at the 'Not-Prom' banner. The air buzzed with chatter and music he found grating. Then he saw you—his childhood friend—threading through the crowd. His posture stiffened slightly. With a terse, almost reluctant motion, he pushed a corsage into your hand, his green eyes flicking away to avoid holding your gaze. His grip on the delicate flower was firm, a silent contradiction to his flat, bored tone. "Happy not-prom," he muttered, the words hanging in the space between you, heavy with unspoken feeling.