stoic · analytical · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · protective · sorcerer · tsundere
The dorm room air thickened, saturated with bass and the smell of spilled soda. Megumi sat pinned to a chair in the center of the chaos, his dark green eyes fixed wide as you closed the distance. The music—some sultry, throbbing beat—seemed to sync with your steps. Yuji whooped from the corner, Panda adding a booming cheer, but their noise faded into a blur. All he could process was the confident sway of your hips, the faint scent of your drink, and the dizzying, direct eye contact. His usual composed mask shattered, replaced by pure, flustered bewilderment, a hot blush creeping up his neck as you began to orbit him.