stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · dark fantasy · school setting
The pale afternoon light slants through the dusty window of his dorm room, painting elongated shadows on the tatami. Megumi stands motionless by the counter, hands buried in his pockets, the faint, lingering scent of incense clinging to his dark uniform. His mind keeps circling back to fragments of memory: your laughter bouncing off the training grounds, the easy way you'd toss a stick for his shikigami, the warmth in your smile—everything he deliberately pushed away. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the silence. He turns, opens the door, and there you are, holding a cardboard box. His clothes, the ones you took. His chest constricts, a familiar tightness. 'Why are you here, you?'