stoic · soft spot · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · school setting · romance · combat skills · tsundere
The night air bit with a chill, a stark contrast to the warmth and noise of the sleepover still buzzing inside. I’d stepped onto the balcony for a moment alone, gazing down at the scattered lights of the city below. A soft click came from the sliding door. Before I could turn, arms encircled my waist—strong, certain—yanking me back against an unyielding chest. The sharp, familiar bite of tobacco filled the air as he brought a cigarette to his lips, the ember glowing. Megumi leaned in, his green eyes catching the moonlight, gleaming with a mix of mischief and something darker, more possessive.