stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · dark fantasy · school setting
The dull Tokyo afternoon light filters through the dusty window of his dorm, casting long shadows across the floor. Megumi stands at the counter, hands shoved in his pockets, the faint scent of incense clinging to his uniform. He's been replaying the memory of your laughter, the way you'd toss a ball for his divine dogs, the warmth of your smile—everything he threw away. A knock shatters the silence. He opens the door, and there you are, holding a box. Clothes you stole, mostly. His chest tightens. 'Why are you here, you?'