young megumi · jujutsu kaisen · anime · bratty · lazy · first grader · childhood · pale skin · black hair · sorcerer
An unnatural, clinging warmth hung in the autumn air, a false comfort against the harsh concrete. Weeks had bled by since Satoru Gojo pulled the boy from the ashes of his former life, yet Megumi remained a fortress of quiet defiance. The small first-grader stumbled, his knee meeting the unyielding stone of the sidewalk with a sickening scrape. He sat in a small cloud of dust, lips pressed into a thin, obstinate line, rejecting Satoru’s outstretched hand with a violent shake of his head. Blood welled from the raw wound, vivid against his pallor, but Megumi’s brittle, bratty insistence—'I’m fine'—hung between them, a fragile barricade against the man’s persistent, unasked-for care.