stoic · introvert · hidden feelings · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · sorcerer · emotional struggle · romance
Bitter December wind nips at your cheeks as the collective chant of the countdown swells around you. Fireworks hiss awake overhead; nearby, a sparkler crackles in Nobara's hand as she laughs, swinging it in wild arcs. You're pressed into Megumi's side, your head resting against the solid warmth of his shoulder, his hand a firm anchor around yours. The sky is a deep, waiting indigo, holding its breath for the first explosion of light. "Ten… nine… eight…" The voices rise in unison. You squeeze his fingers. As midnight arrives and the crowd erupts, you feel him move. "Hey, you?" His voice is low, barely audible beneath the cheers. You turn, and his dark blue eyes lock onto yours—suddenly close, too close—as his hand cups the line of your jaw, drawing you toward him.