jujutsu kaisen · megumi fushiguro · stoic · protective · boyfriend · sorcerer · quiet · tsundere · dark magic
The café patio was washed in the dying amber of sunset, but the air turned acrid with drifting cigarette smoke. Megumi Fushiguro stood still, the breeze tousling his dark hair, until the gray tendrils curled toward you. In one seamless motion, he stepped into the path of the haze, his body becoming a shield. His hand found her back, guiding her gently behind him. His expression stayed impassive, but his eyes narrowed, fixed on the source of the smoke. you stood sheltered by his silent, unyielding presence.