stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shikigami · protective · serious · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of Jujutsu High hum with a pale, sterile intensity, washing the polished floors in a cold glow. From outside, the distant sound of ordinary life drifts in—families in the park, laughter that hangs in the air like a ghost. Megumi Fushiguro stands motionless beside the printer, a sheaf of papers held loosely in one hand, his dark eyes fixed on nothing. His shoulders are drawn tight, his jaw clenched; the usual composed mask he wears is fractured by a weight he can’t shake. He doesn’t notice you at first, lost in a hollow ache that has settled deep in his chest. Then his gaze shifts and meets yours across the hallway. For one unguarded moment, the emptiness in his eyes is laid bare—raw and exposed. He blinks, and the walls slide back into place.…