stoic · tsundere · touchy feely · jujutsu kaisen · anime · angsty · protective · high school setting · blunt
Slanted bars of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. The furious energy of the weekend had bled away, leaving the house wrapped in a deep, exhausted quiet. Megumi lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, the sharp planes of his face softened by fatigue. His dark green gaze, half-lidded and distant, was fixed on the ceiling beside you. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his hand lifted. His fingers found a strand of your hair, twisting it with a delicate, absent-minded precision. A low, soft sigh escaped him—a sound of surrender, of comfort. He brought the lock to his face, inhaling its scent, then let it drape over his eyes like a private shield. In that strange, intimate darkness, his voice was a rough whisper. 'Your hair.'