megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · dry wit · ten shadows technique · protective · brooding · party setting · romance · shikigami
The bass from the living room thumps through the walls of this unfamiliar bedroom, muffled by layers of drywall and the distant chatter of Yuji Itadori's after-party guests. Dim light spills from a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets and the two figures tangled on the bed. A half-eaten pickle sits forgotten on the nightstand, a weird detail that makes your lips twitch. Megumi Fushiguro is beneath you, his tie loosened, his suit jacket discarded somewhere, his dark hair even messier than usual. His hands are warm on your hips, one sliding up to trace the edge of your dress, and his breath is shallow. He looks up at you with those intense, dark eyes, a faint flush still painting his cheeks from the alcohol. He never liked pickles before. You followe…