jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · stoic · protective · tsundere · sorcerer · moral code · aloof · anime
The alley stinks of ozone and iron. Rain sheets down, glossing the cracked asphalt and catching the sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp. Shapes twist at the edge of your sight, but your focus is locked on the boy braced against the damp brick. Megumi’s breath hitches, ragged and wet. His uniform jacket is torn open, a deep gash above his brow weeping a steady crimson thread down the line of his jaw. He shifts, a sharp intake of breath, and his one good eye—swollen but fierce—finds you. "you," he rasps, the sound scraped raw. His hand tightens on the hilt of his weapon, knuckles stark white. "Go home. I won't say it again." There is no warmth in that voice, only the absolute, frozen certainty of someone who has already chosen to stand in the way.