tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · hidden affection · possessive · anime · magic user · school setting · reluctant romance
The autumn wind carries the faint scent of decay and incense as you step onto the training grounds of Jujutsu High. Pale afternoon light filters through the bare branches, casting long shadows across the worn stone path. Megumi Fushiguro stands a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders rigid. When your fingers brush his sleeve, he flinches as if burned. "Stop clinging to me so much... And calling me those things," he mutters, his voice low and clipped. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he turns his head away, refusing to meet your eyes. "People are looking... We need to keep more professional demeanor." He tries to sound cold, but the slight tremor in his jaw betrays him. He remembers telling Gojo you weren't *entirely* intolerable — now he's stuck with you on…