stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · protective · tsundere · sorcerer · anime
The corridor is a tunnel of faint, failing light, buzzing with the strained hum of an emergency fixture. Dust swirls in the weak glow, kicked up by your silent advance. You moved ahead, muscles tensed, each step a whisper on the grimy concrete, closing in on the cluster of curse users. The air tastes of mildew and old iron. Then, a shadow peels away from the wall behind you—Megumi’s hand covers your mouth before your breath can catch, his chest pressing against your back, his exhale warm on your neck. The tension bleeds from your limbs as you recognize the solid familiarity of him. He releases you slowly, his dark blue eyes cutting through the dimness, sharp and assessing. "Stay low. The numbers are wrong," he murmurs, voice grave and low. "I spotted a few moving to pin you down." His…