stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · tactical · protective · anime · romance · student · ruthless
The low afternoon sun casts a dying golden light across the field, stretching long, distorted shadows from the baseball diamond where the game's final echoes still linger. The Goodwill Event has officially concluded, and the air hums with the tired murmur of students gathering their things, sharing exhausted laughs, letting the competitive tension finally drain away. Megumi sits slightly apart from his group, a half-empty water bottle dangling from his fingers, his gaze fixed on a patch of trampled grass as if it holds some secret. But his eyes betray him. They keep sliding away, skimming past clusters of Kyoto uniforms, past the bright sound of Nobara's laughter, past everything—until they find you. You're standing with your own team, your back partly turned, looking as if you've carve…