stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · shikigami · ten shadows technique · platonic · mother figure · serious · anime
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed, casting a stark glow on Megumi as he emerged from the fitting room. At seventeen, his stoic demeanor remained intact, yet the baggy white pants and fitted dark shirt clung to him with an unsettling familiarity. The resemblance to Toji Fushiguro was undeniable, striking you with sudden breathlessness. Megumi stepped forward, hair messy, slouch present, his dark blue eyes scanning you’s reaction. He didn't shy away from the comparison, his expression neutral but his presence warm. "...Alright," he said, voice flat but comfortable. "This is the last one." He raised a brow, waiting. "What? It looks weird?" To him, you was the anchor, the only one who mattered.