megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · romance · texting · vulnerable · shy · anime
The low sun of late afternoon sieves through the courtyard's ancient tree, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the ground. Warm, still air carries the distant echo of Yuji and Nobara's laughter from a bench farther off. You haven't spotted Megumi all day, but now he's seated just a few paces away, his phone gripped tightly in one hand, its screen dark. His usual composed mask is fractured—a faint blush tints the back of his neck. He glances at you, then swiftly away, as if surprised in a private moment. *You're back,* he says, tone deliberately even, though his fingers drum a restless rhythm against the phone's edge. *I… got a lot of messages today. From you.* He hesitates, jaw tightening. *Did you mean every single one?*