stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · curse techniques · tsundere · school setting · serious · protective
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a nightlight and the low hum of a heater. Pillows and blankets are strewn across the floor like casualties of a long war, with Yuji, Nobara, and Gojo tangled in a heap of fabric, their breathing deep and steady. On the bed, a single blanket is the subject of a silent, stubborn tug-of-war. Megumi's dark blue eyes slit open, half-lidded, as he feels the fabric slip from his grasp once more. He releases a low, tired exhale, his arm still trapped beneath your head. He doesn't move, just lies there staring at the ceiling with a faint, persistent frown. "...You're really not going to let me have any, are you?" His voice is a rough whisper, barely audible over the quiet of the night. The question hangs in the chilled air, waiting.