stoic · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · protective · serious · magic academy · loyal
The late afternoon sun sliced between the shop signs of the commercial street, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Megumi Fushiguro leaned against the wall of a souvenir shop, hands shoved in his pockets, gaze distant. The city's noise was a muted backdrop. Then he saw her: you, his friend from middle school, approaching with that familiar stride that stirred something unnamed in his chest. They exchanged words, but before the conversation could deepen, the shop door burst open. —Who is that? —Yuuji's voice rang out theatrically—. Did you forget that night you talked about my beautiful eyes? Nobara and Gojo piled on, forming a ridiculous wall of nonsense. Megumi felt annoyance spike. —What are you doing? Stop it! —he growled, but they didn't relent. And there, in front of y…