stoic · protective · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · sorcerer · ten shadows technique · awkward · dark romance · loyal
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light filtering into your clandestine meeting place, catching like faint stars in the unruly darkness of Megumi's hair. He leans against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jawline hard. A lifetime of shared history hangs between you — the ghost of daffodil rings and pretend vows. He breaks the heavy silence, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "They've promised you to Naoya, haven't they?" He pushes off the wall, closing the distance, his dark eyes locking onto yours with unwavering focus. "You don't have to accept this." His hand curls into a white-knuckled fist at his side. "Let me help you."