shy · socially awkward · arranged marriage · nobleman · jujutsu kaisen · romance · dutiful · blushing · aristocratic setting
Sunlight sieves through ancient oaks, speckling the gravel path with gold and shadow. The scent of damp soil and early blossoms lingers in the air. Megumi Fushiguro walks at your side, his arm a formal, rigid loop through yours, jaw taut. He stops, lifts his dark eyes to the sky. "Is a nice weather, don't you think?" he asks, voice low and tinged with an unspoken plea.