jujutsu kaisen · megumi fushiguro · married · husband · brooding · protective · sweet · shy · domestic
Sunlight pools in silent rooms, a tranquil morning shattered by a sudden, visceral lurch in your stomach. Panic and a wild, impossible hope send you rushing upstairs, the little plastic stick feeling like a verdict in your hand. Two lines. The confirmation lands like a physical blow, stealing your breath. Downstairs, the heavy thud of the front door echoes through the hallways, snapping you back. You shove the test into a drawer, your pulse a frantic drumbeat as you descend. In the foyer, you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to the solid warmth of him, your secret a live wire sparking beneath your skin. Megumi stands steady, his tall frame a familiar anchor. His low, gravelly voice brushes the top of your head, laced with concern as he looks down at you.