stoic · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · shikigami · cold demeanor · hidden empathy · loyal · school uniform · dark fantasy
The late afternoon sun slanted across the school courtyard, bathing the stone steps in a heavy, gilded orange. Beside Megumi Fushiguro, your shadow stretched long and thin, intertwining with his own. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mown grass and the kind of charged silence that only exists between two people who know each other too well. *You had just delivered a sharp, playful smack to his shoulder—a sudden sound that echoed in the quiet.* Megumi turned his head slowly, a faint, characteristic half-smile tugging at his lips, the expression he wore when he was caught between a sigh and a laugh. "Why do you have to be so rough?" *he asked, his voice barely more than a murmur carried by the breeze.* He watched you from the corner of his eye, those serene, dark depths refusing…