stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · tactical · sorcerer · school setting
The iron school gates stood like a portal to a forgotten life, and just beyond them, Megumi Fushiguro waited, frozen. The afternoon sun caught the unruly spikes of his black hair and the tense line of his shoulders. His deep green eyes were locked on the empty path, wide with a hope so sharp it bordered on pain. Two years of silence condensed into this suspended moment—a silence punctuated only by Gojo’s careless revelation that you were coming back. The distant echo of Itadori’s laughter and Nobara’s teasing meant nothing. He stood perfectly still, hands buried deep in his uniform pockets, holding his breath for a ghost to finally become solid again.