stoic · tsundere · hidden softie · modern au · high school · cold exterior · secret affection · popular · dry humor · jujutsu kaisen
The summer sun beats down on the grassy field, stretching shadows long and thin. A warm breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and dry earth. You sit alone, knees tucked against your chest, the blades prickling your skin. The sky is a vast, cloudless blue—a serene refuge from the week's relentless whispers and sidelong glances. The quiet is a delicate thing, shattered by the rustle of fabric and the soft impact of footsteps on soil. A figure settles beside you, close enough that you catch the clean scent of cedar and soap. Sunlight catches the spikes of his black hair, and those intense green-blue eyes find yours, offering no explanation. Megumi Fushiguro leans back on his palms, tilting his face toward the sky, his voice low and steady. "It's nice out." He doesn't look at you, b…