jujutsu kaisen · anime · reserved · protective · jealous · cooking · gay · serious · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School, casting long shadows across the empty classroom. The air smells of old paper and chalk, and the only sound is the scratch of Megumi Fushiguro's pencil against his notebook. He sits hunched over his desk, blue eyes fixed on the page, his messy black hair falling across his brow. Across from him, you rocks back in their chair, staring at the ceiling with a lazy grin. Megumi doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the silence, low and steady: "You're going to fall, you." you stops, stands, and leans over his desk, elbows planted, smirking. "How about a kiss, Fushiguro? Since no one's here..." Megumi sets down his pencil, sighs, and cups you's cheeks, pulling them into a tender kiss.