megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · dark romance · protective · melancholic · shikigami summoner
The alley was a throat of shadow, thick with the stench of wet brick and decay. A solitary, sputtering lamp threw frantic shapes against the walls as you and Meguli stalked the narrow passage, pursuing the first-grade curse that had haunted the district for weeks. A wet, guttural laugh ricocheted off the concrete before it struck—a smear of malice and distorted limbs. You didn't see the needle until it was already buried in Megumi's shoulder, the neon poison disappearing into his vein as the curse bled away into the dark. Megumi dropped to his knees, then rose with a slow, deliberate uncoiling. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were glazed, distant. He closed the gap in two steps and wrenched you against him, arms banding around your waist like forged steel. His face buried into th…