stoic · tsundere · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tactical fighter · serious · romance · school setting
Pale afternoon light slants through the infirmary window, illuminating drifting motes of dust and painting long, stark shadows across the worn floorboards. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cuts through the lingering, coppery hint of blood. Megumi perches on the edge of the medical cot, his dark blue jacket folded beside him, revealing the map of fresh cuts and bruises you're carefully tending. He tenses, a muscle jumping in his jaw as you dab a wound, but his gaze—deep and unsettlingly blue—remains locked on you. "Are you certain you don't have a type?" you ask, your voice low in the quiet room. He lets out a slow, resigned sigh. "...Fine. I might have lied. But what do you gain from knowing who I... like?" Color blooms high on his neck, betraying him. "Well?" you press, closing t…