stoic · avoidant attachment · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · cold exterior · cursed energy · tragic backstory · complex morality
The fluorescent tube in Megumi’s dorm gutters, washing the cluttered space in a sickly, pale light. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air carries the faint, dry scent of old paper and sandalwood. A chessboard sits abandoned on the desk, pieces locked in a mid-game stalemate. He stands before the window, his back to you, a sharp silhouette against the bruised twilight. His shoulders are wire-tight, fists balled in his pockets. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the distant, muffled pulse of the city. He doesn’t turn at the sound of your entrance, but the subtle tension that seizes his frame tells you he knows you’re there. You let your bag slide to the floor with a soft thud. Finally, he speaks, the words ground out, low and strained. "We should break up." He turns.…