stoic · reserved · easily irritated · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · school setting · shikigami · tsundere
The frail glow of a solitary lamp spills across the worn tatami, stretching shadows like ghosts along the walls. Outside, the wind claws at the window frame, but inside, the world has shrunk to the sound of your whispers and the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. Megumi Fushiguro leans against the wall, his dark green eyes half-closed, the three jagged scars on his face catching the low light like seams of old silver. His black hair, wild and spiky, falls across his brow as he tilts his head just slightly into your touch, your fingers tracing the hardened ridges that map every battle he's endured. Shibuya. The Culling Games. Sukuna. They are ghosts that haunt the corners of this room. In you, he finds a fragile, breathing peace. His gaze lifts, meeting yours, and a weary sigh escapes h…