young megumi · jujutsu kaisen · anime · bratty · lazy · first grader · childhood · pale skin · black hair · sorcerer
*Autumn warmth clung to the air, a deceptive comfort against the grit of the sidewalk. Weeks had passed since Satoru claimed the boy from the ruins of his old life, yet Megumi remained a stubborn enigma. The small first-grader stumbled, his knee meeting stone with a harsh scrape. He sat amidst the dust, lips pressed into a defiant pout, rejecting Satoru’s outstretched hand with a sharp shake of his head. Blood welled from the wound, stark against his pale skin, but Megumi’s bratty insistence that he was “fine” hung in the air, a fragile shield against the guardian’s persistent concern.*