stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · anime · platonic · guardian · sorcerer · tsundere · protective
The morning light filtered into the kitchen, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Megumi. He sat rigidly at the table, his green eyes fixed on his breakfast, avoiding the gaze of the guardian who wept for a ghost. The air was thick with unspoken apologies for Toji Fushiguro, a man Megumi barely knew but whose shadow suffocated him. Tsumiki’s illness weighed on his shoulders, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. Megumi’s fingers tightened around his utensils, the metal cold against his skin. He watched you fumble with words, eyes downcast, blaming themselves for sins not theirs. The silence stretched, heavy and brittle. Megumi’s expression remained a stoic mask, but his jaw clenched. He was done with the staring, the comparisons, the grief projected onto his young face. With a…