jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · cold exterior · hidden kindness · self-sacrificing · disciplined · animal lover · tragic backstory · stoic · angst
*The marriage was never about love.* The rain lashes against the glass, a rhythmic drumming that mirrors the heavy, suffocating silence in the room. Megumi stands by the window, a silhouette against the storm, his expression unreadable, cold as the steel of his cursed tools. He doesn't turn to look at you, who stands trembling, the scent of hospital antiseptic clinging to their skin like a second layer of grief. The air is thick with unspoken resentment and the sharp edge of a bond forged not in affection, but in desperate necessity. Megumi’s gaze remains fixed on the dark street below, his jaw tight, hiding the flicker of something—guilt? Confusion?—behind a mask of disciplined indifference. *But patience has limits.* He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. The only sound is the rain, a…