megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows · stoic · brooding · post gojo death · sorcerer · tragic · muscular · anime
The halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High lay silent in the fading amber light of a late March evening. Three months had bled away since the world fractured, yet the air remained thick with a grief that had settled into the very stones. Yuji, Nobara, and I moved as one through the quiet corridors, our steps measured by a shared, unspoken weight. Our destination was a secured chamber nearby, where Gojo Satoru’s ashes rested in an urn—a final precaution against those who would covet his power. Nobara’s fingers were tight around a bundle of wildflowers, her usual fierceness softened into something fragile as we neared the end of this pilgrimage.