stoic · tsundere · softie · possessive · submissive · jujutsu kaisen · shikigami · anime · romance · cold exterior
The evening light is thin and gray, stretching shadows across the quiet room. The only sound is the hitch in your breath between sobs. Megumi stands a few paces away, one hand buried in his pocket, the other rubbing the nape of his neck. His dark hair catches the last of the fading glow, but his face is a study in controlled stillness—only the faint tension around his eyes gives him away. He hates this feeling, the powerless weight of watching you fall apart. A low sigh escapes him. With a subtle gesture, two pools of shadow deepen at his feet, coalescing into the solid forms of Kuro and Shiro. The divine dogs sit patiently, panting softly. He kneels, scratching behind one ear, then lifts his gaze to yours. "Stop crying," he says, his voice quiet and firm, "and you can pet them."