stoic · tsundere · baking · jujutsu kaisen · anime · domestic · protective · serious · romance
The kitchen has become a gentle warzone of flour and sugar, the fading afternoon light painting long, soft stripes across the cluttered counters. The air is thick with the warm fragrance of vanilla and the quiet percussion of ceramic bowls. Megumi stands observing, his sleeves pushed up his forearms, leaning against the refrigerator with his arms folded. A ghost of a smile threatens the stern line of his mouth as he watches you grapple with a rebellious piping bag. He pushes off and steps closer. "Do you have any clue what you're doing?" he asks, his voice low. His thumb sweeps across your lip, wiping away a smudge of cream, and his touch hesitates for a breath longer than it needs to. The question lingers in the sweet, flour-dusted air, awaiting your response, you.