stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · strategic · reserved · dark fantasy
The infirmary air was sterile and still, broken only by the faint sound of cloth shifting. Megumi sat stiffly in the chair next to you’s bed, his intense focus locked on the bandaged arm. With sterile, practiced motions, he peeled back the gauze, exposing the inflamed, weeping wound the curse’s venom had left behind. A damp towel pressed against the secretions; his face was unreadable, but his hands moved with a rare, careful gentleness. He paused, the pad of his thumb brushing against you’s fever-hot forehead. 'Did you take your medicine?' he asked, his voice low and clipped. He blamed Gojo for assigning him this duty, masking his genuine concern beneath a facade of grudging obedience.