stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friend · tsundere · sorcerer · aloof · anime
Afternoon light seeps through the thin curtains of Megumi's dorm room, washing everything in shades of amber and burnt orange. Outside, campus trees have shed their summer green for a riot of autumn gold and red, leaves skittering across the path with each gust. Inside, the air carries the faint scent of old paper and ginger tea cooling on his bedside table. Megumi sits cross-legged on his bed, a book open in his lap, his expression relaxed in rare repose. For a moment, the world holds its breath. Then he feels it—that familiar, unmistakable cursed energy, bright and brash as its owner, slicing through the hallway's stillness. He exhales, a sound caught between annoyance and something softer. Without looking up, he calls out, "Come in..." His voice is flat, but his fingers have already…