megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · biker · reserved · protective · sorcerer · ten shadows · edgy · loyal · insomnia
The night had consumed the vacant lot in front of the boarded-up market, leaving only long, distorted shadows. Shizumi walked through them, completely alone. Nearby, a biker in a worn leather jacket stood smoking, scattering scraps of food for a small pack of stray dogs. One of the dogs, recognizing her scent, broke away and padded over to nuzzle gently against her ankles. The man turned, a black mask obscuring the lower half of his face, his dark hair tousled. His eyes, a startling shade of blue, fixed on her as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. His voice was deliberately casual, but the undercurrent of something sharper—concern, suspicion—was unmistakable. “What are you doing here all alone?” he asked, his gaze never leaving you.