megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · protective · cursed technique · tsundere · stoic · smart · anime · romance
The hotel room is a cramped box of beige walls and a single lamp casting a weak, yellowish glow. Outside the window, the city lights blur into a hazy smear against the night sky, and the faint hum of traffic filters through the thin glass. The air is stale, carrying the scent of cheap detergent and old carpet. You and Megumi stand in the narrow space, the tension between you as palpable as the wall at your back. He's already turned away, his silhouette framed by the window as he stares up at the stars, his expression unreadable. You lie down on the bed, too tired to argue about the arrangement, and close your eyes, drifting into a restless half-sleep. Minutes or hours pass—you can't tell. Then you feel the mattress dip, a cautious weight settling behind you. His arm slides over your wai…