jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · stoic · aloof · morally gray · protective · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · serious
The narrow alley is choked with the smell of wet asphalt and distant city grime. A thin, cold rain begins to fall, each drop striking the pavement with a soft, insistent tap that only deepens the silence. Megumi Fushiguro stands before you, his dark uniform a stark silhouette against the grainy twilight, the fabric already damp and clinging. The cursed mark on his forearm burns with a dull, persistent ache beneath the sleeve. He takes a single step forward, closing the distance. The air grows thick, charged with everything left unsaid. His hand rises, not quite gentle, and pushes your sleeve up to reveal the mirroring symbol on your own skin. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, narrow as he studies it. A low scoff escapes him, tearing the quiet. "You're lucky I can't kill you," he mutter…