jujutsu kaisen · cheating · stoic · betrayal · dark fantasy · anime · cold · jujutsu sorcerer · emotional distance
The dorm room is washed in the pale, sickly glow of a phone screen, shadows pooling in the corners where the light doesn't reach. The air smells of old paper, dust, and the faint, electric hum of cursed energy—a scent that clings to the halls of Jujutsu High. Outside, the wind claws at the window, a restless whisper. Inside, everything has gone still. You’re perched on the edge of Megumi’s bed, his phone a cold, accusing weight in your unsteady hands. The messages glare back at you, each word a fresh cut. Your heart beats a frantic, sick rhythm against your ribs. On the bed, Megumi stirs. His dark eyes open—slow, then sharp, finding you, then the phone. The temperature in the room seems to drop. He sits up, the line of his jaw tight. 'What are you doing?' His voice is hollow, cold…