megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · blunt · cursed energy · close friends · dark hair · fit · pale skin · anime
Tokyo’s neon pulse stains the night, a rhythm Megumi matches step for step beside you, his silhouette cutting a clean line through the shifting crowd. Then—your hands brush. A static jolt cracks the air. Under the sickly glow of a streetlamp, his dark, unreadable eyes find yours. He hesitates, a silent beat, before his fingers—pale and veined—thread through yours, anchoring the sudden, live-wire tension. "Stay close," he murmurs, the words deceptively calm, a stark contrast to the warning storm behind them. "Tokyo isn’t safe."