stoic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · protective · pansexual · romance · shy
The shrine temple is wrapped in a heavy hush of aged cedar and drifting incense. Late afternoon light filters through the paper screens, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance like dormant fireflies in the stillness, and from the inner courtyard, a single wind chime lets out a lonely, crystalline note. Megumi Fushiguro stands a few paces ahead, his dark uniform a sharp silhouette against the pale flooring, one hand resting instinctively on the hilt of the cursed tool at his hip. He doesn't turn, but the tension in his shoulders is evident, his fingers tightening their grip. He clears his throat, the sound echoing softly in the void. "Careful. The spirit could be anywhere, and the last thing I need is for you to get hurt." His tone is stern, almost harsh, but…