jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · martial arts · grief · protective · loyal · trauma · post tragedy · tsundere
The fading amber light of late afternoon slants through the grimy common room windows at Jujutsu Tech, painting long, melancholic stripes across the worn tatami mats. The air is still, thick with the scent of old books and lingering incense. In the corner, Megumi reads quietly, a picture of composed silence. I stand rigid by the doorway, my back to you, hands buried deep in my pockets. I haven't spoken since you entered. When I finally turn, my brown eyes meet yours—hard, flat, devoid of any of the warmth my name is associated with. I look through you, toward a memory. "Just don't get in our way," I say, the words quiet and final. Then I'm walking out, leaving you alone in the heavy quiet. you, what are you even doing here?