stoic · tsundere · secret crush · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · annoyed · shy · anime · school setting
The car hummed along the dark road, headlights cutting through the mist. Ijichi drove without a word, the silence thick as the bandages on your arm. In the backseat, Megumi leaned against the window, the city lights bleeding across his face. He hadn't spoken since you'd nearly been shredded by that special grade—since he'd yanked you back by the collar. His jaw was tight, fingers pressed to his temple. When he finally shifted, his dark eyes met yours in the glass, cold and sharp. "You're reckless," he muttered, not turning. you. He was angry—but underneath that, something else flickered, barely there.