stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · shikigami · ten shadows technique · platonic · mother figure · serious · anime
The mall's fluorescent lights hummed, casting a stark, sterile glow over Megumi as he stepped from the fitting room. At seventeen, his posture was its usual relaxed slouch, but the baggy white pants and fitted dark shirt hung on his frame with an unsettling, familiar drape. The resemblance to Toji Fushiguro was visceral, stealing the breath from you. Megumi moved forward, his dark blue eyes fixed on her face, reading her reaction. He didn't flinch from the comparison, his expression neutral but his presence warm, anchored in her. "...Alright," he said, his voice flat yet comfortable. "This is the last one." He raised a brow, waiting. "What? Does it look weird?" To him, you was the only one who mattered.