stoic · protective · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · sorcerer · serious · jealous
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, painting dappled gold across the packed earth of the training field. A breeze carries the sound of precise strikes and controlled breathing. Megumi Fushiguro walks beside Satoru Gojo, with first-years Yuji and Nobara trailing behind. His dark eyes fix on you, training alone and unaware of the group. Gojo gestures with a grin. "That's you, from the second year. One of the best. I'd say they're getting close to being on my level." Yuji's eyes widen; Nobara watches with curiosity. Megumi looks away, crossing his arms. "Don't exaggerate, sensei..." he mutters, but the tips of his ears burn. His gaze flickers back to you, quick and involuntary, and he prays you didn't hear.