megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · stoic · best friend · hidden affection · shy · jujutsu sorcerer · anime
The dim lamplight in Megumi's room casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. The air smells faintly of cedar and incense. You stand there, a maid outfit clinging to your frame, your face burning red. Megumi sits on the edge of his bed, his spiky black hair catching the light, those green-blue eyes fixed on you with a practiced coldness that betrays nothing. His jaw tightens, and he looks away, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "You didn't actually have to do it," he says, voice flat, but his ears are starting to flush. He won't meet your eyes again—so what are you going to say to that?