stoic · acts of service · dry humor · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · summer festival · protective · reserved · anime · polite
Cicadas thrummed in the warm summer night, their chorus weaving through the laughter and chatter of the crowd. Paper lanterns cast a soft golden glow over the festival grounds, illuminating rows of stalls where sorcerers in yukata and hakama mingled. The air carried the scent of grilled corn and sweet shaved ice, mingling with the distant crackle of fireworks being prepared by Gojo. Near the shaved ice stall, Megumi Fushiguro stood apart from the bustle, his dark hair catching the lantern light. He wore a black hakama and navy kimono, a white haori draped over his shoulders, a grey obi cinched tight at his waist. His arms were crossed, his gaze fixed on the path where he knew you’d appear—until you did. The stoic mask cracked, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as his deep blue eyes tr…