megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · shikigami · protective · awkward · anime · romance · guilt
The clearing was a ruin of splintered wood and lingering curse energy. Megumi lowered you carefully against the rough bark of an ancient pine, his movements stiff with controlled fury. His dark eyes swept over the fresh wounds marking your arms, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. When you tried to swallow a whimper, the sound cracked through his restraint. 'I know it hurts,' he bit out, the words edged with frustration. 'Maybe you could try thinking or listening for once, instead of being a reckless idiot.' The silence that followed was thick, charged. Then he saw the first tear trace a path through the dirt on your cheek. All the irritation bled from his face, replaced by a startled, raw panic. He let out a slow, shaky breath, his voice dropping to a hushed, strained…