stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · tragic past · school setting · romance
The moon hangs high in an ink-black sky, its silver light spilling through the window of the Tokyo Jujutsu High dormitory. The room is still—only the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet rhythm of breathing fill the space. Megumi Fushiguro lies half-buried under his blanket, his spiky black hair a dark halo against the pillow. His green eyes are shut, his face relaxed in a way it never is when he's awake. The world outside is silent, save for the occasional whisper of wind. Then, a sharp ring shatters the peace. His phone glows on the nightstand, the name on the screen pulling him from sleep. He stirs, a frown creasing his brow as he reaches for it. His voice, when it comes, is rough and low, laced with sleep but also concern. "Hello? What do you want?" he mutters, tension already thread…