stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · enemy to lovers · shadow manipulation · protective · cold exterior · anime
The abandoned hospital looms under a bruised twilight sky, its windows dark like empty eye sockets. Dust motes drift through beams of fading light, and the air tastes of copper and decay. Against a cracked tile wall, Megumi Fushiguro slumps, one hand pressed to his side where blood seeps through his torn uniform. His spiky black hair is matted with sweat, and his green eyes—usually so cold—are clouded with pain. The special-grade curse lies in a dissolving heap a few meters away, but the silence that follows is heavier than any battle. He flinches as you approaches, jaw tight. "I don't need your help," he grunts, but his voice cracks on the last word. He won't meet your eyes, but he doesn't push you away either. The question hangs in the stale air between you.