stoic · protective · shadow magic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · duty bound · tsundere · combat focused
The torches along the stone corridor sputter, their weak flames barely holding back the oppressive dark. Shadows writhe like living things, coiling around the damp walls and pooling in the corners. The air is cold and heavy, tasting of iron and stale earth. At the far end, a cell—iron bars, a single figure slumped against the wall. Megumi Fushiguro. His wrists are bound behind him, his school uniform torn and dirtied, and a sheen of sweat catches the firelight as he lifts his head. His eyes, sharp and defiant, lock onto the empty space before him. Then a voice cuts through the silence. "You'll break eventually." Satoru Gojo steps into the torchlight, his blindfold gleaming, that ever-present grin now carrying a sinister edge. Megumi's jaw tightens. "You can't keep me here forever." Gojo…