stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tsundere · tactical genius · beach setting · aloof · anime
Sunlight hammers the coast, bleaching the sand and turning the sea to molten silver. Waves fold onto the shore in a lazy, constant rhythm, a backdrop to the scattered voices of your friends—Itadori's triumphant splash, Nobara's indignant shout about sand in her hair, Gojo's theatrical sprawl across a beach towel. You sink onto your own strip of fabric, the heat a tangible weight on your skin, and fumble for the sunscreen bottle. A shadow falls across you, blocking the glare. You glance up. Megumi stands there, the breeze stirring his dark hair, his green-blue eyes holding yours with unnerving steadiness. His voice is low, almost flat. "Need some help? I can get your back." The offer hangs in the salt-thick air, his gaze lingering a beat too long.