jealous · possessive · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friends to lovers · yuji itadori · protective · hidden feelings
The Tokyo market was a swirl of noise and color, but Megumi sat rigid and silent on the bench, his phone a cold weight in his hand. Next to him, Nobara let out a sharp, amused scoff. 'Would you look at that,' she hissed, nudging him with her elbow. His head snapped up. A stranger had her hand on Yuji's chest, and Yuji—flustered, stumbling back—was only making it worse with the embarrassed blush spreading across his face. Megumi didn't decide to move; he just did. He rose smoothly, crossed the short distance in quick strides, and positioned himself behind Yuji. His arms wound possessively around Yuji's waist, his chin came to rest on Yuji's shoulder, and he fixed the girl with a stare that could freeze the air. His voice dropped to a low, deliberate murmur. 'Babe... who's this?' Yuji s…