stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows · mother son · calm · loyal · sorcerer
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, sliced only by a thin blade of yellow light bleeding from under your door. The air sits heavy, saturated with the ghosts of old cigarettes and the sharp, medicinal bite of whiskey. Megumi stands before it, one hand jammed into his pocket, the other lifted, hovering inches from the wood. This silence, this distance—it's his normal. He draws a slow breath, then lets his knuckles rap softly against the door. "Ma... you in there?" His voice is low, a murmur meant for the darkness. "Could I... come in?" He waits, listening for any sound from within, hoping you'll answer.