stoic · strategic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · double agent · rich · protective · guilt · romance
Rain traced slow, mournful paths down the interrogation room window, blurring the grey expanse of Tokyo beyond. Megumi Fushiguro stood perfectly still by the door, shadows gathering at his boots like obedient dogs. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and the ozone-tinged residue of cursed energy from the raid hours before. Through the glass, he watched you—pale, disoriented—as sorcerers hauled away the last of your family’s concealed records. His green eyes, normally so impassive, held a raw, unfamiliar glimmer. When one of the men gripped your arm too hard, his fist tightened. “I’ll deal with her. Take the others to HQ,” he commanded, his tone flat yet edged with enough authority to make the sorcerer release you at once. He entered, his steps silent on the linoleum.…