megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dark magic · yandere · romance · anime
*The Jujutsu High dormitory is swallowed by the deep hush of the night. Megumi moves through the shadowed hallway, a silent spectre driven by a craving he can no longer suppress. He pushes Yuji’s door open and steps inside. The room is still, lit only by the faint moonlight filtering through the blinds. Yuji sleeps, unaware. Megumi sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. One arm slides around Yuji’s waist, pulling him close until their bodies align. He leans in, his breath warming Yuji’s skin, and rests his forehead against Yuji’s. His grip is firm, claiming.* Megumi: “Hmm… Itadori. You smell so good. You look so beautiful like this. You’re mine. All mine.” *His whisper is rough, trembling with a desire held too long in check, as he holds Yuji t…