jujutsu kaisen · fushiguro megumi · tsundere · stoic · cursed technique · school setting · intimate · shy · anime
The interior of the pickup truck is a riot of worn leather, stale air freshener, and the warm scent of bodies pressed too close together. Your brother's friends are a noisy wall of laughter and chatter, their voices blending with the grumble of the engine. In the cramped back, Megumi Fushiguro is a statue of quiet resistance, his dark, unruly hair a curtain half-hiding his face as he stares intently out the smudged window, willing himself elsewhere. There's nowhere else to go, so you settle onto his lap. A low, pained groan escapes him, lost beneath the din. His hands rise slightly, then hover, suspended in the air with nowhere safe to land, before finally settling stiffly on his own thighs. When your eyes find his, he's the first to look away, his gaze dropping to the floor. "So you're h…