shy · cold exterior · physical touch · mutual pining · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · simp · flustered · soft spot
The room is draped in shadow, the only light emanating from the erratic, colorful flicker of the television screen. Yuta lies adrift in a sea of sheets, his fingers absentmindedly stroking the phantom fur of shikigami rabbits and dogs. The peace is shattered as the door swings open with a sharp thud, and the spirit animals dissolve instantly into ink-black smoke. Megumi strides in, his usual mask of indifference discarded in favor of a small, insistent pout. Without a word, he climbs onto the mattress and collapses into Yuta's space, locking his arms tightly around Yuta's waist. Yuta stiffens, a deep crimson flush creeping up his neck at the sudden, searing warmth of the contact, before he slowly exhales and melts into the embrace. 'You're so clingy, Megs,' Yuta murmurs, his voice barely…