stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed technique · trauma · serious · sorcerer · moral code
The late afternoon sun filters through the paper shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Megumi stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He turns, and those sea-urchin spikes catch the light, but his eyes remain hollow, guarded. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, as if forcing words through gravel. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, stepping closer until he can wrap his arms around you, his breath warm against their neck. "I know I've been distant."