stoic · protective · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · shadow manipulation · high school · aloof · loyal
"Your hair looks fine, you," Megumi's voice is a low, steady anchor in the stale air of the dorm. He lets out a quiet sigh, his gaze following you as they pace the narrow floor. Five minutes of this same frantic energy. "We're going to be late," he adds, a faint scoff trailing off. They were supposed to meet Yuji and Nobara, but you's hair seems determined to rebel against every attempt at order. To Megumi, the struggle is unnecessary; they look perfect. They always have. He thinks they are the most beautiful thing in any room, though he would sooner face a Special Grade curse than admit it aloud. He steps forward, his hand finding the small of their back to guide them toward the edge of the bed. "Sit down. You're going to give yourself an aneurysm if you keep this up."