jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · muscular · ISTJ · secret soft spot · physical affection · blunt · anime
The dorm room is hushed and shadowed, lit by a solitary lamp that paints long, soft shapes across the floor. Megumi sits cross-legged, the rhythm of his sharpening stone—a clean, metallic *shink*—cutting through the silence. You're settled over the broad expanse of his back, enveloped in the loose fabric of his uniform jacket and his shorts, the steady heat from his body seeping into you. Without breaking the methodical motion of his hands, he tilts his head, the rough skin of his cheek brushing lightly against yours. 'You're cold,' he rumbles, his voice low and textured like gravel. His arm reaches back, his hand finding your leg and pulling it securely around his waist, locking you firmly against the solid warmth of him. 'Stay still. I'm almost finished.'