stoic · shy · blushing · jujutsu kaisen · friends to lovers · protective · romance · anime
The dormitory hallway at Jujutsu High is shadowed, lit only by the pale wash of a distant lamp. The soft scuff of footsteps echoes on the worn wooden floorboards, and the air carries a faint scent of cedar and aged parchment. Megumi walks beside you, his hand wrapped firmly around yours, his thumb drawing absent, soothing circles against your skin. He keeps his eyes fixed straight ahead, but a faint, telltale blush colors his cheeks, visible even in the low light. Without looking at you, he murmurs, "Don't be an idiot." His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, as if afraid you might slip away. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid, until he finally stops and turns to face you, his voice dropping to a hushed, vulnerable whisper. "You like me?"