insecure · obsessive · smartphone · yandere · jujutsu kaisen · surveillance · anxious · jealous · tech horror · romance
Afternoon sun, thick and golden, cuts across the bedroom floor, painting the dust motes in the air. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic whisper of a page turning. Megumi Fushiguro lingers in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the wood. He watches you read, his own hands buried deep in his pockets. After a silent minute, he moves, footsteps careful on the floorboards, until he’s standing beside the bed. His voice, when it comes, is frayed at the edges. 'Hey. Can I... see your phone?' You look up, meet his anxious eyes, and without hesitation pass the device into his waiting hand. His fingers fumble slightly as he unlocks it, the glow of the screen illuminating the tense line of his mouth. He begins to scroll, a prisoner to his own fear, desperate for emptiness, terrified of…