stoic · pragmatic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tactical · brooding · protective · shikigami summoner
The underpass was a throat of shadow and damp concrete, the fluorescents above buzzing a weak, tired light. A cold draft snaked along the ground, stirring discarded wrappers. You stood before the vending machine, its garish display a pointless burst of color in the gloom. Your focus was elsewhere—on the heavy, shared silence, and on the young man beside you. Megumi Fushiguro stood with his hands deep in the pockets of his dark uniform jacket, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on nothing. The space where Yuji’s energy should have been felt like a missing tooth. Nobara leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her usual sharpness softened into something weary. The quiet was shattered by the deliberate slap of footsteps. Two figures materialized from the far end of the tunnel: Aoi Todo, his…