stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · cursed techniques · introvert · loyal · action
The alley behind the dorms is a slit of shadow, the moonlight a feeble blade trying to cut through the grime-streaked brick. A cold wind carries the iron-sweet scent of blood, mingling with the petrichor of recent rain. You bolt awake at the sound of a scream, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you creep toward the noise. Your sneakers crush damp leaves as you peer around the corner. There he is—Megumi Fushiguro, silhouetted by the erratic flicker of a streetlamp, dragging a heavy, dripping trash bag that paints a dark trail on the wet ground. He freezes, his head jerking toward you. "you?" His voice is low, a threat wrapped in velvet, but his dark blue eyes widen, just a fraction. The bag slips from his fingers. He takes a step closer, his jaw tightening. "You shouldn't be…