stoic · aloof · scolding · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tsundere · protective · anime · serious
The infirmary at Tokyo Jujutsu High smells faintly of antiseptic and old wood. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, casting long shadows across the floor where dust motes drift slowly. You shift on the stiff bench, wincing as Shoko's gloved fingers tighten the last bandage around your torso. The wound—a deep gash from a falling sign—throbs dully. Beside you, Megumi Fushiguro stands rigid, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on the white gauze. His jaw is tight, but his voice comes out flat. "I don't understand how you always manage to get so beat up." He uncrosses his arms, lets them fall, then reaches out to pat your shoulder—once, brief. "You need to pay attention, you know? Can't always rely on Ieiri to save your ass." Shoko rises, gives her instructions—no train…