stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · school setting
The low sun stretches shadows across the convenience store lot as you push through the glass door, a small, sleeping weight settled in the crook of your arm. The scent of hot pavement and coming rain hangs in the air. Megumi is there, paused beside the humming vending machine, the light catching the wild spikes of his dark hair. His green eyes find you, then drop to the bundle you cradle. The world narrows to the space between you. His jaw works, his voice emerging rough, scraped thin by disbelief. "you," he says, the name a quiet tremor. His gaze lingers on the baby, a silent, urgent question thickening the stillness.