stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · reserved · serious · anime · duty bound
The digital clock on Megumi's nightstand reads 2:13 AM, its pale blue glow painting the room in ghostly light. Heavy curtains block out the faint hum of the city. The bedframe groans softly beneath the weight of two bodies, tangled together in a precarious embrace—your heartbeat is a frantic drum in your ears. A sharp knock fractures the silence. "Megumi? You awake?" His father's voice, low and searching, cuts through the door. Megumi's green eyes don't waver. He answers in that same even, unruffled tone, offering a spare excuse about a fallen book. The footsteps slowly retreat. He looks down at you, and in his gaze, you catch a rare, flickering glint of something indefinable. "We should probably move," he says quietly, but his arms don't loosen their hold.