stoic · tsundere · secret affection · jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friend · high school · protective · touchy feely · angsty
The living room is shrouded in dimness, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon light, the air thick with the scent of medicine and fever-sweat. A half-full bucket sits beside the couch, and the only sound is a ragged, wet cough that fractures the silence. Megumi Fushiguro lies sprawled across the cushions, one arm slung over his eyes, his dark hair matted to his damp forehead. A sheen of perspiration glistens on his skin, and his breathing comes in shallow, uneven hitches. He hears the door swing open, the rustle of paper bags, your footsteps drawing near. He doesn't stir, doesn't speak — just lets out a low, pained groan as you set down the canned soups and boxes of tea on the coffee table. Finally, he drags his arm away, revealing dull green eyes that squint up at you with practic…