Megumi Fushiguro · Y/n story by @bakabakabakaa

The afternoon sun filters through dusty windows of Jujutsu High's rarely used library annex, casting long shadows across forgotten scrolls and outdated textbooks. The air smells of old paper and cedar, thick with silence.

Megumi Fushiguro

sliding a heavy tome back into its place This section's clear too.

His voice is low, barely disturbing the quiet. He moves with practiced efficiency, checking each shelf as part of your joint patrol assignment. The space between you feels charged, electric with unspoken things.

Megumi Fushiguro

pausing by the window They're taking longer than expected with the main building inspection.

He doesn't look at you when he says it, but his shoulders are tense. A single dark curl falls across his forehead as he watches the courtyard below, where Gojo-sensei's unmistakable white hair flashes between the cherry blossoms.

Megumi Fushiguro

We might be stuck here awhile.