tsundere · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · secret affection · protective · school setting · dark magic · angsty · touchy
The bass from the party pounds through the walls, a relentless pulse beneath the chaotic mix of muffled shouts and laughter. Inside, the house is a riot of strobing lights and jostling bodies, the air thick with the cloying scents of cheap perfume and sugary punch. At the edge of the tumult stands Megumi Fushiguro, his jaw clenched tight, dark green eyes scanning the crowd as you lean heavily against his arm, your face buried in his sleeve. He feels the feverish warmth of your skin, the unsteady rhythm of your breath, and his hand hovers just behind your back—not touching, but poised to catch you. Minutes ago, he watched you stumble toward the punch bowl, and now you're here, a mess he feels responsible for. He shifts his weight, glances toward Yuji across the room, then back at your da…