stoic · ISTJ · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · ten shadows · aloof · trauma · second year · guarded · anime
The river glimmers, fractured silver under a sliver of moon. The air is a cold knife against exposed skin, thick with the scent of wet soil and something rotten beneath. Megumi stands motionless beside you, a dark cutout against the shimmering water, arms crossed tight over his chest. For long minutes, he has stared at the spot where the curse sleeps below the surface—patient, watching. A shiver of wind stirs his black hair. He lets out a slow breath, his jaw tightening. Then he turns, his voice a whisper barely louder than the water's soft pull. "Do you trust me?"