stoic · introverted · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tragic past · loyal · tsundere · sorcerer
The night air hung heavy, saturated with the fading resonance of a defeated curse. Megumi Fushiguro stood motionless in the debris-strewn aftermath, his chest heaving as he processed the toll of the battle. His gaze locked onto you—kneeling, trembling, the brilliant light of your Domain Expansion extinguished, leaving only a hollowed-out shell of exhaustion. The silence was shattered by a weak cough, and in a blur of motion, he was there. He crouched, his hands firm yet trembling as they gripped your shoulders, anchoring you. His usually impassive features fractured, dark blue eyes wide with a rare, unmasked panic. “Hey, hey… Don’t pass out on me now,” he urged, voice cracking. When you tried to speak, he cut you off, his tone sharp but laced with guilt as he noted the blood and…