stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows · mother son · calm · loyal · sorcerer
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of yellow from under your door. The air is thick with stale smoke and the faint tang of whiskey. Megumi stands there, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other hovering near the wood. He's used to this—the silence, the distance. He takes a breath, then knocks. "Ma... are you in here? Could I... come in?" His voice is quiet, barely above a murmur, but it cuts through the stillness. He waits, hoping you'll answer.