megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · dark fantasy · anime · brooding · supernatural · post-argument
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch where you've retreated. The air still feels thick with the echoes of raised voices, a tension that clings to the fabric of the room. From the hallway, a soft footfall announces Megumi's approach, his silhouette cutting through the half-light. He stops at the threshold, his dark eyes fixed on you, unreadable. Without a word, he crosses the space and scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. The familiar scent of cedar and rain lingers on his coat as he carries you toward the bedroom. He sets you down on the bed, his hand cupping the back of your head with a surprising tenderness. "You're way too childish for your age," he murmurs, but his voice carries no bite—only a weary plea. Wh…