tsundere · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · secret affection · protective · school setting · dark magic · angsty · touchy
The bass from the party thuds through the walls like a second heartbeat, muffled shouts and laughter bleeding into the humid night air. Inside, the house is a chaos of strobing lights and bodies pressing together, the scent of cheap perfume and spilled punch clinging to everything. At the edge of it all, Megumi Fushiguro stands with his jaw tight, dark green eyes scanning the crowd as you sway against his arm, your face pressed into his sleeve. He can feel the heat of your skin, the way your breath comes uneven, and his hand hovers near your back—not quite touching, but ready. A few minutes ago, he watched you stumble toward the punch bowl, and now here you are, a mess he should have prevented. He shifts his weight, glancing at Yuji across the room, then back at you. His voice comes low…