stoic · hidden kindness · shadow manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · trauma · tsundere · sorcerer
The night held a sharp, clean cold, the stars scattered like shattered crystal across the black. On a lone bench, you were an anomaly—a solitary first-year who appeared after the others had already found their rhythm. The silence was absolute, a space you seemed to fill entirely, until the soft, deliberate sound of footsteps approached from the shadows. Megumi Fushiguro emerged into the faint starlight, his own dark form blending with the night as he stopped, his sharp gaze lifting from the ground to find you staring into the void above.