stoic · loyal · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · aloof · protective · trauma · strategic
The fluorescent lights in the deserted classroom droned a low, steady hum, washing everything in a cold, pale glow. A lazy breeze slipped through the open window, carrying echoes of distant laughter from the courtyard, but inside, the air sat still and heavy. Dust floated like tiny stars in the bars of late-afternoon sun. You were bent over your notebook, racing to finish notes you’d ignored the night before. Beside you, Megumi sat motionless, a well-thumbed novel open in his hands, his dark lashes resting against his pale skin. The grey zip-up hoodie he always wore lay discarded on the desktop, a shed layer. At first, you thought nothing of it—just someone getting comfortable. Then your eyes drifted, drawn by some unconscious pull, to his forearms. And there they were: a map of thin…