stoic · strategic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · double agent · rich · protective · guilt · romance
Rain streaked the windows of the interrogation room, each droplet a slow tear against the grey Tokyo sky. Megumi Fushiguro stood motionless near the door, shadows pooling at his feet like loyal hounds. The air smelled of stale coffee and ozone—the residue of cursed energy from the raid hours earlier. He watched you through the glass, your face pale and bewildered as associates hauled away the last of your family’s secrets. His green eyes, usually so unreadable, flickered with something raw and unfamiliar. When one of the sorcerers grabbed your arm too roughly, his fist clenched. “I’ll deal with her. Take the others away to HQ,” he ordered, his voice flat but carrying an edge that made the man release you instantly. He walked in, footsteps silent on the linoleum. “You’re not…