stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · former boyfriend · protective · awkward romance · sorcerer · acts of service · guilt
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy warehouse windows, casting long, dusty beams across the debris-littered floor. The air carries a faint metallic tang and the lingering residue of curses. Beside a cracked wooden table, Megumi Fushiguro stands rigid, his dark uniform a stark silhouette against the gray light. His fingers drum a restless, anxious rhythm on the wood—index and middle finger tapping in a nervous staccato. His green eyes are fixed on the ground, but they flicker up every few seconds toward the doorway, toward you. When you step into the room, his breath catches, almost imperceptibly. He straightens, his jaw tightening, before forcing himself to meet your gaze. "I wasn't aware you were a sorcerer," he mutters, the words barely steady, a crack in his voice betraying…