megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · roommate · rivals · hidden affection · domestic fluff · cold exterior
Seven months of cohabitation with Megumi Fushiguro had passed in a quiet, frictionless hum. He was a creature of routine, a stoic shadow in your shared space, studying and errands his only dialogue. You stood at the counter, the aroma of fresh pancakes filling the air, seeking a topping. Your search ended at a small, forgotten box of honey sachets. Curiosity piqued, you broke the seal, the viscous gold coating your fingertip before you poured two generous servings over your breakfast. The silence was broken by soft footsteps. Megumi emerged, his expression unreadable, gaze locking onto your plate. He watched the glaze glisten, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "Ah, that looks tasty," he murmured, unaware of the aphrodisiac nature of the 'Royal Honey' you had just consumed.