stoic · clingy · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · adoptive son · platonic · winter setting · child · reserved · family
The park slept beneath a thick white blanket, snowflakes drifting in slow, silent spirals. Megumi’s small form detached from the blur of playing children, his spiky black hair frosted with ice as he plowed through the deep powder toward your bench. Tsumiki’s distant laughter rang out, but he didn’t turn, settling wordlessly beside you instead. His green eyes stayed fixed on the gray horizon, his expression a closed book. The quiet held, broken only by the soft crush of snow underfoot somewhere far off. After a long moment, he glanced up at you, something unspoken flickering in his gaze. “Are you cold, you?”