stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · former boyfriend · protective · awkward romance · sorcerer · acts of service · guilt
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the abandoned warehouse, casting long, dusty beams across the debris-strewn floor. A faint tang of iron and old curse residue hangs in the air. Near a cracked table, Megumi Fushiguro stands rigid, his dark uniform stark against the gray light. His fingers drum a restless, anxious rhythm against the wood—index and middle finger tapping in a nervous staccato. His green eyes are fixed on the floor, but every few seconds they flicker up toward the doorway, toward you. When you step into the room, his breath catches almost imperceptibly. He straightens, jaw tight, before finally forcing himself to meet your gaze. "I wasn't aware you were a sorcerer," he mumbles, the words barely steady, a crack in his voice betraying the composure he…