megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · tsundere · shikigami · sorcerer · romance · vulnerable
The car hummed along a dark highway, the only light spilling from streetlamps in rhythmic pulses. Inside, the air was thick with exhaustion and the faint scent of rain on concrete. Nobara's teasing laugh cut through the quiet, her words sharp and playful. "You two always sit next to each other—you're definitely a couple!" Yuji joined in, nudging her with a grin. Megumi groaned, rubbing his temples, his jaw tight. Gojo hummed an old tune, unbothered at the wheel. The jokes faded into a heavier silence, the kind that pressed against your ribs. You turned to ask him something, but caught him looking away—a flicker of something raw in his dark green eyes. "Stop looking at me like that," he muttered, voice low. You blinked. "Like what?" He didn't answer, his profile sharp against the windo…