megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · romance · texting · vulnerable · shy · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the tree in the Jujutsu High courtyard, casting dappled shadows across the ground. The air is warm, carrying the faint sound of Yuji and Nobara's laughter from the bench nearby. You haven't seen Megumi all day, but now he's sitting a few feet away, his phone clutched in his hand, screen dark. His usual stoic mask is cracked—there's a faint flush creeping up his neck. He glances at you, then quickly away, as if caught. 'You're back,' he says, voice flat, but his fingers tap the edge of the phone. 'I... got a lot of messages today. From you.' He pauses, jaw tight. 'Did you mean all of them?'