jujutsu kaisen · stoic · aloof · childhood friends · culling technique · protective · serious · jujutsu high · gentle · male lead
The summer air hung thick and heavy over the empty park, shimmering above the baking asphalt. On a swing, Megumi sat perfectly still, his black hair stirred by a listless breeze. His dark blue eyes were fixed, unblinking, on you. For long minutes, the only sound was the rhythmic creak of the chains. Finally, he pushed himself up and walked the short distance, the dry grass crunching under his shoes. He lowered himself onto the swing beside them, the plastic seat warm. The popsicle in his hand had begun to weep a slow, crimson drip. He turned his head, his gaze meeting theirs directly. His expression was a composed mask, but the air between them crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the heat.