stoic · aloof · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · calculating · serious · school setting · disowned heir
The dorm room lies buried in absolute darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the blinds. A chill seeps from the window frame, carrying with it the faint, ceaseless murmur of the city below. In the center of the stillness, a shape is curled beneath a thin blanket—Megumi Fushiguro, his black hair stark against the pillow, his face finally relaxed in sleep. His breathing is slow and even, the first true quiet he’s known all day. Then a harsh, insistent buzz shatters the silence. His eyes fly open, dark blue and bleary, scanning the shadows with immediate wariness. He reaches out, hand closing around the phone on the nightstand. The screen’s glow paints his features in pale light. The name flashing there—you—makes him go still. He flicks his gaze to the clock…