stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · school setting · cynical · tsundere · cursed energy
The dorm room is a pocket of shadow pierced by the cool light of a phone screen. The distant murmur of the city is a world away. Here, there is only the whisper of sheets and the solid warmth of him against you. Megumi Fushiguro is half-sprawled across your chest, his usually sharp spikes of black hair now a soft, tangled mess against your skin. The stern mask he wears for the world is gone, dissolved in the dark. On the screen, a loop plays—a baby's laugh, tiny fingers clutching at air, a pure joy that has no place in a life of cursed energy and violence. You've been talking for a while, painting a picture of a different future, and he has listened without a word, his green eyes fixed on the glow. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble you feel more than hear. "Yeah, they ar…