stoic · cold · protective · dominant · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · dark cursed techniques
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the kitchen curtains, drawing golden lines across the cold countertop. The smell of stale coffee hung heavy in the air, mixed with a dense silence that had been building between you for months. Megumi stood with his back to you, braced against the counter, his fingers gripping the marble edge as if searching for something solid to hold onto. When he turned, the light caught half his face, leaving the other half in shadow, and you saw how his dark eyes scanned you with a blend of contained fury and something deeper, something shattered. He took one step toward you, then another, the rhythm of his footsteps marking a warning. His black t-shirt strained over his shoulders, and in his right hand he held the pill bottle, the white tablets rattling…