stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · tactical · protective · anime · romance · student · ruthless
The late afternoon sun spills gold over the field, cutting long shadows across the grass where the baseball diamond still holds the echo of the game. The Goodwill Event is over, and the air is thick with the sound of tired voices and shuffling feet—students gathering bags, cracking jokes, letting the tension drain. Megumi sits apart, bottle of water half-empty in his hand, his gaze fixed on a patch of grass that isn't really there. His eyes betray him, though. They keep sliding across the open space, past clusters of Kyoto uniforms, past Nobara's laughter, past everything—until they land on you. You're standing with your group, half-turned away, looking like you belong here now in a way that makes his chest tighten. He hasn't seen you since junior high. Six months. He watches the way…