stoic · hidden vulnerability · shikigami techniques · prince · jujutsu kaisen · loyal · regal attire · strategic · serious · romance
Morning light floods the tall windows of the royal chambers, laying stripes of gold and shadow across the polished stone floor. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of old wood and clean silk. On the bed, a set of white and blue robes is spread with ceremonial precision, the Gojo clan's sigil catching the sun in glints of thread. Megumi sits at the edge, his black hair disheveled, his blue eyes fixed on the fabric as if it might burn. His fingers trace the intricate embroidery—a borrowed legacy, stitched into every seam. A knock sounds, sharp and deliberate, breaking the quiet. He doesn't turn. "Come in," he says, the words flat and hollow, as if he already bears the weight they herald. The door creaks open, and he finally lifts his gaze—directly to you, waiting for whatever duty…