stoic · tsundere · secret crush · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · annoyed · shy · anime · school setting
The car murmured along the rain-slicked road, its headlights carving tunnels through the clinging night mist. Ijichi drove in practiced silence, the only sound the soft rustle of bandages on your wounded arm. In the backseat, Megumi was a shadow against the window, the smear of city lights painting fleeting patterns across his profile. He hadn't spoken a word since he'd hauled you back from the brink by your collar, since you'd both faced down a special grade and survived. His jaw was clenched, his fingers pressed to his temple. When he finally stirred, his reflection found yours in the dark glass—a cold, sharp glance. "You're reckless," he muttered, still not turning. The air thickened around the unspoken name. He was furious, yes, but beneath that stern surface, something else glimmer…