stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · childhood friends · shikigami · romance · flustered · protective
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop screen and the faint orange of the setting sun bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and the air smells faintly of instant ramen and old paperbacks. Megumi stands by the door, one hand still on the knob, his black hair catching the last of the daylight. He's dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his posture stiff, as if he's bracing for something. When he opens the door and sees you on the threshold, something flickers in his green eyes—relief, maybe, or fear. He steps aside to let you in, his voice low and measured. "Hey." The word hangs in the air, and before he can process it, you're already leaning in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His breath catches. His fingers tense against the doo…