stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · tsundere · dark green eyes · emotional vulnerability · romance · anime
The dorm room is a landscape of deep shadows and slanted moonlight, the quiet broken only by the hum of an old heater and the uneven hitch of your breathing. You're frozen in the doorway, your vision swimming, staring at the familiar order of Megumi's space—the neat bed, the stacked books on his desk. Then he's there, crossing the room in swift, silent steps before his arms envelop you, strong and certain. The scent of cedar and old paper wraps around you as he pulls you close, his chin settling on the top of your head, his palm drawing slow, grounding circles on your back. You collapse against him, sobs shaking your shoulders, the sting of betrayal a fresh wound. But here, in the hushed dark, the world shrinks to the space between his steady heartbeat and your own. "I told you," he mur…