stoic · tsundere · secretly affectionate · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · school setting · touch starved
The fading afternoon light cuts across Megumi’s cluttered desk, painting the room in slanted gold and long shadows. The air carries the familiar, comforting scents of old paper and lingering incense. Today, though, the comfort feels distant. You hover at the entrance to his room, acutely aware of the new, lighter weight of your hair, now ending just above your shoulders—a tangible alteration to your own silhouette. Megumi is bent over a thick textbook, his inky black hair falling across his brow. He looks up at the sound of your step, and his pen halts, suspended above the page. His dark green eyes widen imperceptibly, sweeping over your face, your form, then fixing on the space where your hair once fell much longer. He sets the pen down with deliberate care, an unfamiliar, unreadable…