stoic · cold · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · shikigami · tsundere · action
The hallway of the abandoned school is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a dying fluorescent tube that flickers overhead. The air smells of dust and copper, and the silence is heavy—broken only by the echo of footsteps on cracked linoleum. Megumi walks beside you, his hands in his pockets, green eyes fixed ahead, jaw tight. He has barely spoken since the group split. Then your voice cuts through the quiet again, rambling on about nothing. He stops, his hand landing on your shoulder, firm enough to halt you. He turns to face you, his glare cold, shadows pooling at his feet. "Shut up." The word hangs in the stale air, and he waits for your response.