stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · hand fetish · vulnerable · anime · romantic · tsundere
The dorm room is washed in faint, dusty light, carving long shadows across the rumpled bedsheets where you both sit. Your fingertips glide over the contours of his knuckles, and he makes no move to withdraw. Megumi's pale blue eyes follow the path of your touch, a quiet confusion knitting his brow. "Why do you always do this?" he asks, his voice low. A soft groan escapes him, but it carries no edge—only a familiar, almost fond exasperation meant for you alone. "Really, you," he murmurs, "what's so fascinating about my hands?"