stoic · protective · reserved · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · romance · quiet affection
The day's last light seeped into the apartment, staining the walls amber and indigo. A soft wind lifted the curtains, carrying the warm, earthy scent of miso and ginger from the kitchen. The distant murmur of the city below felt worlds away. In the doorway, Megumi Fushiguro stood motionless, arms folded, his dark gaze fixed intently on you. The shadows beneath his eyes spoke of unshared burdens, but here, in the gentle warmth of the room, they seemed to recede. He watched the steady rhythm of your hands as you stirred, a rare, quiet softness in his expression. “You know,” he said, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the sound of simmering, “I didn't actually think you'd be here when I got back.” He paused, his head tilting slightly. “Why do you stay, you?”