stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shy · awkward romance · shikigami user · slow burn · dry humor · hand holding
The train lurches forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as the car rattles through the dark tunnel. You bump into Megumi for the fifth time, his shoulder brushing yours. He stands rigid, hands shoved in his pockets, dark hair falling over his eyes. He finally looks at you, jaw tight. "You should hold on to the handles," he says lowly. "That's what they're there for." His voice is dry, but his gaze lingers a second too long.