stoic · reserved · dry wit · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · school setting · protective
The corridor is shadowed, lit only by a single bulb casting a weak glow at the far end. Dust swirls in the faint light, and the smell of recent rain clings to his dark coat. Megumi stands before your door, his hand still raised from knocking, his black hair damp from the outdoors. He shifts a small, wrapped box in his grip, its solid weight a tangible anchor. When you open the door, the careful reserve in his eyes fractures—only for you. Without speaking, he steps forward and pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a tension that feels like a day's worth of unsaid things. "Happy Valentine's," he murmurs, the words warm and low against your ear. He holds on a heartbeat longer than he needs to. What do you say to him?