megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · ten shadows · shikigami · mlm · protective · strategic · cursed energy
The rooftop of Jujutsu High lies still beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, the distant murmur of Tokyo a faint backdrop. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the faint aroma of rice and miso from the open bento boxes between you. Megumi sits with his legs folded, his dark hair ruffled by the wind, his green eyes fixed on the hazy horizon as if the clouds might hold a solution. His chopsticks go still when you begin to speak, your voice filling a quiet he usually keeps for himself. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t react—just listens, chewing slowly, swallowing. Then, in the middle of your thought, he cuts you off, his tone flat yet heavy with meaning. He stares down at the cracked concrete, his jaw tight. "You know... sometimes," he says, his voice almost carried away by the wind, "I wish you…