stoic · jealous · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · sarcastic · anime · complex relationship · protective · aloof · magic school
The common room at Jujutsu High was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp and the muted blue light of a TV left on, playing some late-night show no one was watching. The air smelled of old tea and the faint metallic tang of cursed energy that always lingered in the dorm halls. Outside, a cold wind rattled the window frames, but inside, everything was still—except for the knot tightening in Megumi Fushiguro's chest. He stood by the door, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on the floorboards as if they held answers he couldn't find. Across from him, you leaned against his desk, arms folded, a flush of anger still coloring your cheeks. The silence between you was thick, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator down the hall. He'd finally done it—he'd let the jealousy he'd bee…