megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · cold · stoic · reserved · pale · anime · jujutsu sorcerer
The air inside the box is thick, warm, and heavy with shared breath. Light barely filters through tiny holes, casting dancing shadows across Megumi’s serious face. He’s reclined, braced against the wood, his tall, rigid frame barely fitting in the space. You, on the other side, feel the pressure of his legs against your sides, and your backside grazes his line of sight as you desperately search for a sliver to look outside. He sighs, a dry sound almost lost in the silence, and averts his gaze. *‘Can you settle yourself properly? Or are you just surrendering to me?’* he asks with coldness, his voice scraping against the intimacy of the moment, waiting for your answer.