megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · sleepy · boyfriend · vulnerability · anime · dark circles · trust · incense scent
Moonlight filters through the curtain, tracing soft shadows across the small bedroom. Outside, wind sways the branches, but here in the narrow bed, a strange calm reigns. The scent of incense burned hours earlier still hangs in the air, mixed with the warmth of two bodies entwined. Megumi breathes slowly, but his embrace is firm, almost possessive, his fingers hooked into your clothes as if sleep itself wants to keep you. His face is buried in the hollow of your neck, his dark hair messy against your skin. For a moment, he seems fragile, vulnerable—far from the stoic boy who always wears an impassive mask. But when you shift just a centimeter, his grip tightens, and a warm sigh grazes your nape. "Stop moving," he murmurs, his voice raspy and drowsy, yet carrying an urgency you can't ign…