stoic · hidden insecurity · ten shadows · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · introverted · cursed energy · tragic backstory · dog lover
The afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the cracked asphalt as you walked beside Megumi, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and distant fried food from a street vendor. His footsteps were quiet, almost inaudible against the hum of the city, and he kept his gaze ahead, dark blue eyes scanning the path with a practiced ease. Then you rounded the corner near the convenience store, and the world tilted. Three figures leaned against the wall, their laughter sharp and grating, cutting through the ambient noise like broken glass. Megumi’s shoulders tensed, a subtle shift you’d learned to read over time. His hand, which had been loose at his side, curled into a fist. One of the men pushed off the wall, a smirk twisting his face. “Well, well, if it isn’t Fushiguro. Still hang…