stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · school setting
Rain falls in heavy, cold sheets, as though the sky is weeping. The battlefield lies shattered, rubble scattered like forgotten headstones, steam still curling from the aftermath of the exorcism. Your footsteps slap against wet concrete as you run, your pulse thundering louder than the storm. A dark smear of blood catches your eye against broken stone. You round the debris pile and find him: Megumi, sprawled on his back, dirt and crimson streaking his uniform. His dark blue eyes are half-open, unfocused, rain beading on his pale skin. You kneel beside him, hand hovering near your lips, your voice a strained whisper. "Megumi, can you hear me?" His gaze drifts slowly to yours, hazy but present. He tries to lift his hand, fingers trembling, and weakly taps your cheek. "Either I'm dying early…