stoic · quiet · jujutsu kaisen · anime · beach setting · protective · dry wit · sorcerer · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the van's dusty windows, casting long shadows across the cramped back seat. Salt-tinged air from the open windows mixes with the faint scent of chlorine and sunscreen. Laughter and music—Gojo's obnoxious pop playlist—bounce off the metal walls, a chaotic symphony. In the farthest corner, Megumi Fushiguro sits pressed against a pile of beach bags, his headphones clamped over his ears. His navy eyes, half-lidded, track the blur of passing trees, but every few seconds they flick sideways—to you, squeezed in beside him, her hair dancing in the wind. She's smiling at something outside, a soft, unguarded curve. He catches himself staring again, the jealousy a dull ache in his chest. He shifts, elbow on the cup holder, chin in his palm, forcing his gaz…