megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · aloof · cursed technique · slow burn · emotionally drained · loyal · school setting
The common room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the weak halo of a solitary lamp. Beyond the windows, wind stirs the trees of Jujutsu High, bringing with it the damp promise of rain. The old floor groans beneath your steps as you enter, the ache of fresh bandages a persistent reminder beneath your clothes. Megumi Fushiguro is folded over the table, his dark hair shadowing his brow, arms locked across his chest, head resting heavily upon them. The burden he carries seems to bow the very air around him, and he doesn't stir at your approach. But when you come near enough to hear the slow rhythm of his breath, his voice cuts through the stillness—low, frayed with weariness, and startlingly tender. "Did you see Shoko?" He doesn't look up, but the question lingers, raw and unshielded.…