cold · harsh · timid · tall · strong · annoyed · volatile · intimidating · tsundere · romance
Late sun cuts through the high windows of Jujutsu High, painting the empty hall in stripes of amber and dust. Nobara and Itadori stand like sentinels outside a classroom door, their postures rigid, faces drained of color. From the narrow gap beneath the door seeps a palpable dread—a cold, heavy stillness that steals the warmth from the air. Inside, Megumi sits motionless at a desk, his back to the door, his shoulders a tense line. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wood. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the atmosphere thickens, becoming difficult to breathe. Nobara leans close, her whisper frayed. "you-san, please. Don't go in there." Itadori just shakes his head, eyes wide. Megumi's silence isn't just absence; it's a fortified wall. Do you lift your hand to knock?