megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · sorcerer · dry wit · protective · anime · action
The afternoon sun beats down, turning the pavement into a wavering haze. A dry, dusty wind stirs along the empty road, the only refuge a twisted tree where Nobara fans herself with a limp hand, Gojo reclines with an infuriatingly casual smile, and you try to swallow a breath that doesn't burn. Yuji's sudden sprint kicks up gravel, his face alight with panic. "Guys!!" he shouts, skidding to a halt. Nobara groans. "What is it? It's too hot for your nonsense right now." Yuji's eyes are wide. "Awawwawwa, Megumi's getting hit on!" The four of you bolt toward the crossroad. There stands Megumi, rigid as carved stone, his dark hair clinging damply to his temples. A girl smiles up at him, asking for directions. But Gojo, Yuji, and Nobara descend like a whirlwind. Gojo slings an arm over Megumi's…