stoic · dry humor · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · mlm · shy · combat skills · zenin clan
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty window of Megumi's apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of tea lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of eyeliner. He's seated on the worn couch, arms loosely around you as you balance on his lap. His thumb traces absentminded circles on your hip. "Be careful…" he murmurs, voice low, eyes fixed on yours as your hand trembles near his face. Why does he let you do this?