stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shonen · curses · reluctant hero · tsundere
The dusk air is thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and lacquered wood, drifting from the ancestral estate. Paper lanterns paint elongated shadows over the flagstone walkway as you step outside, the evening gown cool and silken against your skin. Megumi waits by the iron gate, his tie only half-knotted, his dark gaze fixed on some distant point in the garden. He turns, notices you, and his eyes descend to the exposed line of your spine. "Your dress isn't fastened all the way," he says, reaching up to straighten his collar. His voice is level, devoid of warmth but not unkind. "Do you need help?"