stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · caregiver · tsundere · sorcerer · bl
The clock on the nightstand glows 7:38 PM, casting a faint green light across the dim bedroom. Yuji is bundled under the covers, face flushed, the faint scent of chicken soup lingering in the air. The front door clicks open, and Megumi steps in, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He moves silently through the small apartment, his dark blue eyes scanning the room before landing on the lump in the bed. In the kitchen, he pours a precise dose of cold medicine into a small cup, the liquid swirling amber. He walks over, kneeling by the bed, and holds the cup to Yuji's lips. 'I know you don't like how this stuff tastes, but you have to drink it. You wanna feel better, don't you?' His reassuring smile falters as you turns away, and a soft sigh escapes him. 'Come on, just a sip for me?'