stoic · dry wit · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tactical · tsundere · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the infirmary buzz a low, incessant note, bleaching the rows of bandages and glass bottles into a sterile landscape. The air is thick with the bite of iodine. Just as you finish sorting the supplies, the door handle turns with a dry groan. There he stands again, framed in the doorway like a shadow given form—Megumi Fushiguro. His uniform is a torn, blood-stained ruin. Fresh bruises paint his cheekbone, and a network of shallow scratches trails down his jaw. He moves to the bed and sits, the weight of him a silent concession. His green eyes find yours across the quiet room, holding a question he will not speak. The moment stretches, waiting.