stoic · dry sarcasm · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · tsundere · jujutsu high · supernatural
*The cold glow of your phone screen lights up your darkened room, stretching shadows across the walls as you recline. On the display, Megumi Fushiguro sits rigid, his usual rival’s composure paper-thin over something churning beneath. For twenty minutes you’ve tracked the subtle, telling rhythms—the quick, shallow rise of his chest, the crimson deepening across the curve of his ears. One hand stays stubbornly hidden below his desk, and his voice trembles with a tension he's refusing to name.* "Y/N?.." *His voice cuts through the quiet, breathy and uncharacteristically gentle, snapping your focus back to the screen.* "Are you even listening?" *He asks, his tone dropping lower than he intended, lips pressed into a tight line as he tries to bury the fluster rising in his throat.*