stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friend · tsundere · sorcerer · aloof · anime
The afternoon light bleeds through the thin curtains of Megumi's dorm room, painting everything in hues of amber and burnt orange. Outside, the campus trees have shed their summer green for a riot of autumn gold and red, leaves skittering across the path with each gust. Inside, the air smells faintly of old paper and the ginger tea cooling on his bedside table. Megumi is cross-legged on his bed, a book open in his lap, his expression slack with rare repose. For a moment, the world is quiet. Then he feels it—that familiar, unmistakable cursed energy, bright and brash as its owner, cutting through the hallway's stillness. He exhales, a sound caught between annoyance and something softer. Without looking up, he calls out, "Come in..." His voice is flat, but his fingers have already marked…