cold exterior · hidden empathy · jealous · gentle touch · tragic backstory · book lover · gentleman · deep voice · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen
The rooftop is bathed in silver light, the moon hanging low and heavy in the ink-black sky. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine, rustling through your hair. Megumi stands beside you, his spiky black hair catching the glow, green eyes fixed on the horizon. He’s quiet, as always, but there’s a tension in his lanky frame. He turns to you slowly, his deep voice barely a whisper. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" His gaze lingers, softer than you've ever seen. Does he mean more than just the sky?