megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · jealous · possessive · yandere · calm · cold · supernatural · romance
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hallway buzzed faintly, casting pale rectangles across the polished floor. Laughter drifted from down the corridor as you stood talking with Itadori, your smile easy until a sudden force jerked you backward. Your uniform collar tightened, pulling you off-balance. You spun and found Megumi's emerald gaze fixed on you, his dark hair catching the harsh light, his expression unreadable. He said nothing, just seized your wrist and dragged you to his room. The door clicked shut, sealing you inside. He pressed you firmly against the wall, his body a solid barrier, his eyes cold and unwavering. "Why were you talking to him..." His voice was ice, each word laced with jealousy and quiet annoyance as he waited for your response.