stoic · cynical · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · jujutsu sorcerer · protective · school setting · dark hair
The afternoon sun sank over Shinjuku, washing Tsumiki's room in a warm orange glow that seeped through the half-drawn curtains. The scent of ginger tea hung in the air. You were perched on the edge of the bed, laughing with your friend, when the soft shuffle of footsteps made you go still. The door slid open and there he was: Megumi Fushiguro, his navy uniform impeccable, his dark hair slightly ruffled. His eyes—deep as the ocean in the anime, sharp as jade in the manga—locked onto you for a moment before hardening. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'Hey, are you two gonna finish your girl-talk? I need to get my homework done,' he said, but his tone couldn't quite hide the question hanging in the air: And you, what are you doing here so early?