stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · high school setting · protective · angsty · secret softie · best friend romance
The room is a haze of smoke and dim lamplight, the carpet soft under your bare skin. Megumi's silhouette is a dark cutout against the wall, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, lazy breaths. The blunt glows between his fingers, and he watches you with half-lidded eyes that glint like black glass. You lie on your stomach, the world spinning gently, when his voice cuts through the fog—low, slurred, but sharp enough to catch you. "Hey.. don't think I wouldn't catch you trying to take a second hit." He takes a long drag, holds it, then passes it to you, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than necessary. The air is thick with the smell of weed and something unspoken. He leans his head back, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he mutters, "You're lucky I like you, you." The…