megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mlm · bl · stoic · tsundere · hidden tenderness · intimacy · school setting · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the thin curtains of Megumi's dorm room, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, and the faint scent of old books mixes with something sweeter—your shampoo, maybe, or the pastries Gojo was supposed to bring. On the desk, textbooks lie open but forgotten, pages curling at the edges. The room is warm, quiet except for the soft, ragged breaths that fill the space between two bodies tangled on the narrow bed. Megumi's hands trace familiar paths down your spine, his lips a gentle pressure against yours. His usual stoic mask has slipped away, replaced by something raw and tender. Then the doorknob turns. The hinges creak. A cheerful voice cuts through the haze—"Fushiguro! I got you those cakes that I was taâ€â€¦