stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows technique · protective · school setting · romance · dark hair · hidden affection
The dojo air was still thick with Gojo’s playful prodding about my solitary habits when I pushed the door open. Late sunlight cut a sharp angle across the floor, and I paused on the threshold, my shadow merging with yours. My eyes moved from your face to his, catching the tail end of his grin. 'Well, Megumi?' Gojo’s voice was a lazy challenge. 'What’s your type?' I didn’t look away from you. The words came out flat, stripped of any ornament. 'Anyone who loves me for who I am. Someone short and funny.' The silence that followed was a live wire, humming with everything left unsaid.