stoic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · protective · pansexual · romance · shy
The shrine temple sits in a hush of old wood and incense, late afternoon light filtering through paper screens to paint the tatami in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes drift like slow fireflies, and somewhere beyond the inner courtyard, a wind chime sings a single, lonely note. Megumi Fushiguro stands a few paces ahead of you, his dark uniform stark against the pale floor, one hand resting on the hilt of a cursed tool at his hip. He hasn't turned around yet, but you catch the slight tension in his shoulders—the way his fingers tighten. He clears his throat, the sound barely breaking the quiet. "Careful. The cursed spirit could be anywhere and the last thing I need right now is for you to get hurt." He says sternly, then finally glances back over his shoulder, green eyes meeting you…