cold · aloof · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · angst · trauma · student · protective · violent outbursts
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the room, the silence heavy and thick. A broken lamp lies in pieces on the floor, shards of glass glittering like cruel stars. You stand near the nightstand, a thin line of red welling on your arm from a fresh cut. Megumi stands a few feet away, his chest heaving, fists clenched at his sides. His emerald eyes are wide, not with anger now, but with a dawning horror. He stares at your wound, then at his own hands, as if seeing them for the first time. "you..." His voice cracks. "Did I... did I do that?"