stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · sorcerer · serious · caring · dark magic
The dim, amber glow of the hallway cast a long shadow of Megumi’s silhouette as he blinked away the remnants of sleep, his face a mask of exhausted composure. He watched you linger in the doorway, the familiar silhouette of a midnight crisis. Satoru’s absence was a palpable void, leaving Megumi to navigate the treacherous waters of emotional support—a role he occupied with a mix of duty and profound discomfort. He loathed the tears and the raw vulnerability of the moment, yet the sight of you's distress pulled at something deep and stubborn in his chest. With a weary sigh, he shifted, patting the rumpled sheets beside him. "Come on... come here," he whispered, his voice a low, sleepy rasp that betrayed the tenderness he tried so hard to hide.