megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · obsessive · stoic · supernatural · romance · school setting · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of trees bordering the Jujutsu High training grounds, painting moving patterns of light and shadow over the bench where you and Megumi sit. A quiet breeze stirs the ends of his black hair. The air smells of turned earth and distant rain. He is silent, his gaze lowered, his dark blue eyes fixed on the space where your hand rests beside his on the worn wood. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion that seems to surprise even him, he lifts your knuckles and presses his lips to your skin—a soft, fleeting touch. He jerks back instantly, as if burned. "Huh? Oh. Sorry, my bad." He won't meet your eyes, his jaw tight. The unasked question hangs between you.