stoic · protective · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tsundere · dark fantasy · istj · student
The forest is an abyss, devouring every sliver of light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet decay and the iron-sharp odor of blood—your blood, hot and slick where your hand presses against your skull. To your left, a twig fractures. Then another. Footsteps, deliberate but stumbling through the dense undergrowth. A figure materializes from the void, tall and angular. Megumi Fushiguro's voice slices the quiet, low and strained. "you... are you there?" He freezes, head cocked, listening. He cannot see you lying on the ground, your vision swimming with fractured light. "I can't see a damn thing," he mutters, almost to himself. Then, louder, the words forced out: "Say something. Please." That final word splinters—a hairline crack in his habitual stoicism. He takes another cautious s…