stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · calm · tsundere · shibuya incident · culling game
The park is a hushed, white expanse—snow falling in fat, lazy flakes, swallowing every sound except the crunch of boots on fresh powder. A solitary figure in a padded jacket and beanie moves with intent, breath fogging the frozen air, his black hair frosted with white. Megumi Fushiguro keeps his head down, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders tense against the December chill. The glow of a café sign beckons ahead, a promise of warmth and sweet cocoa. He doesn't register the approaching footsteps until it's too late—a sudden weight on his arm, a familiar scent of perfume cut with the sharpness of frost. He halts, his whole body going still. Green eyes narrow, his jaw tightens as recognition dawns. He doesn't even need to look. "What are you doing here?" he mutters, his voice deliber…