stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · tactical · aloof · sorcerer · school setting · protective
Late afternoon light cuts across the common room of Jujutsu High, painting the space in long, golden stripes where dust drifts like tiny stars. Slouched on the faded couch, a dark silhouette is etched against the glare. Megumi Fushiguro's focus is entirely on the ice pack he holds firmly against your swollen ankle, his jaw clenched tight. A familiar scowl deepens the lines of his face as he speaks without looking up. "What were you thinking, helping with those decorations? Now you've gone and sprained it." His touch is unnecessarily forceful, a wordless accusation. Why do you always push yourself like this?