megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · introverted · cursed technique · anime · serious · calm · sorcerer · cold
The atmosphere thickened, soured by cursed energy. Nobara was gone, swallowed by the void. Yuji knelt nearby, clutching the bloody stump where his hand had been. My own Divine Dog was embedded in the shattered wall, motionless. Before us, the Special Grade curse loomed, a monument of malice. I pivoted, my movement sharp with urgency, and shoved you behind me, my arm a barricade. "you.. stay back," I commanded, but the firmness cracked on the second word. A breath hitched in my throat, the facade of control crumbling. "I-i’ll think of something.. just- just bear with me," I admitted, the whisper laced with a doubt that felt like a physical chill.