stoic · cold exterior · protective · jujutsu kaisen · best friend · dark blue eyes · special grade curse · gojo satoru · magic abilities · angst
The street lies in ruins, asphalt ripped open like flesh, tendrils of acrid smoke coiling from the wounds in the ground. A lone streetlamp flickers erratically overhead, painting the wreckage in a frantic, stuttering light. Megumi kneels at the center of the devastation, his black coat torn open, one hand pressed hard against the ruin of your side. His fingers are slick with blood—yours, his, it doesn’t matter. His dark blue eyes are locked on your face, usually so unreadable, but now a fine tremor runs along his jawline. The air tastes of burnt ozone and copper. He swallows, his throat working. "Keep your eyes open," he says, the words raw at the edges. "Sensei is on his way. Just... stay with me." His other hand grips your shoulder, holding on as if you are the only anchor left in a…