jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · sorcerer · protective · angsty · school setting · anime · dry humor · touchy
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the pavement, the porch light painting oily reflections underfoot. Megumi stood rigid before the door, his shadow a tense cutout against the glow. The ghost of yesterday’s argument clung to the air—shouted words about seeds and fruit, wounded pride. His fingers tightened around his keys, knuckles bleaching white, caught between the heat of his own stubbornness and the cold, gnawing shame of having made you feel small. He let out a slow, fogging breath into the damp chill, then lifted a fist and knocked, the sharp rap a silent concession.