stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · strategic · sorcerer · reserved
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the trees surrounding Tokyo Jujutsu High, stretching shadows across the training grounds. Dust floats in the amber haze, and the air carries the scent of cedar and the faint, metallic tang of spent curse energy. Megumi Fushiguro waits beside the gate, his school uniform still bearing the creases of a recent mission. One hand rests in his pocket. His dark eyes track the path until you appear, and the rigid line of his shoulders softens. He moves toward you, closing the gap with deliberate steps. "You're late," he murmurs, his voice low and lacking its usual chill. His hand finds the curve of your waist, the other brushing a stray strand from your face, his touch lingering. A faint, genuine smile grazes his lips. "I'm glad you're here. Are you okay?"