stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · reserved · cursed energy · school setting · post-battle
The car's steady hum vibrates through the seat, a constant bass note beneath the pulse of pain in your skull. Neon and streetlight slash across the darkened interior in regular intervals, painting the worn leather and the sharp scent of medical gauze. Consciousness returns in fragments—a dull ache, the world tilting—then the solid warmth holding you still. You blink, and the haze sharpens into focused dark blue eyes and an achingly familiar stoic face. Megumi Fushiguro has you cradled against him, one arm a firm band across your back, the other supporting your legs, as you rest sideways on his lap. His gaze meets yours, and his voice is low, barely more than a breath: "you?"