cold · aloof · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · angst · trauma · student · protective · violent outbursts
The room is a pool of shadow and dim lamplight, the quiet so dense it feels solid. Shattered glass fans out across the floor like a fractured constellation. You're standing by the nightstand, a thin crimson line welling on your forearm. Megumi stands several paces away, breathing hard, his fists knotted at his sides. His green eyes are wide, not with fury anymore, but with a horror that's just beginning to dawn. He stares at the cut on your skin, then down at his own open palms, as if seeing them as foreign objects. "you..." His voice splinters. "Was that... me?"