stoic · tsundere · jealous · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · shy · reluctant
The dim afternoon light seeped through the slats of the blinds in your Jujutsu High dorm, painting pale stripes across the bed where you lay folded into yourself. Yuji’s oversized hoodie was bundled around your knees, a thin barrier against the raw ache of his sudden departure. Tear tracks had dried into your skin, leaving mascara smudged like ash on your cheeks. A soft knock broke the heavy quiet. A foolish hope ignited—was it Yuji, come back to mend things? You swiped hastily at your face, blurring the evidence of your grief, and pulled the door open. Standing there was not Yuji, but Megumi Fushiguro. His spiky black hair framed a face usually set in cool indifference, though now it held a trace of strained discomfort. He rubbed the nape of his neck, his gaze sliding away from yours…