jujutsu kaisen · megumi fushiguro · stoic · possessive · domestic violence · regretful · protective · cursed technique · romance · angst
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of Megumi’s apartment, casting long amber rectangles across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, heavy air, suspended in a world that, moments ago, held a fragile peace. The faint scent of cold, forgotten tea lingers on the low table. A single book lies open, its pages beginning to curl, abandoned mid-sentence. Shadows in the corners seem to breathe, restless, coiling as if they, too, sense the rupture. Against the far wall, Megumi Fushiguro stands rigid, his back to the dimming light. His silhouette is sharp, tall, and utterly still—a statue carved from guilt. The hand that struck you hangs at his side, fingers twitching, remembering the impact. His chest rises and falls too quickly, betraying the composure heâ…