stoic · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · survivor's guilt · self-sacrificial · protective · anime · romance · jujutsu high
The hospital room is sterile and cold, fluorescent lights humming a dull, constant note. Dust motes swirl in a pale shaft of window light, and the sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. Megumi stands rigid in the doorway, his Jujutsu High uniform creased and worn, deep shadows carved beneath his green eyes. He’s been awake for three weeks, but every breath still feels like drowning. Then he sees you—perched on the edge of the bed, alive. Scarred, but here. His breath snags in his throat. His hands tremble at his sides. He takes one faltering step forward and freezes, as if you might evaporate before him. "you?" His voice cracks, raw and hushed. "Are you really here?"