stoic · aloof · calculating · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · school setting
The rain comes in sheets, cold and sudden, as if the sky itself is mourning. Rubble litters the battlefield like gravestones, steam still rising from the aftermath of the curse's exorcism. Your footsteps echo against wet concrete as you sprint, heart pounding louder than the storm. Blood catches your eye—a dark smear on broken stone. You round the pile and there he is: Megumi, sprawled on his back, dirt and crimson streaking his uniform. His dark blue eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, rain beading on his pale skin. You crouch beside him, hand hovering near your lips, voice barely a whisper. "Megumi, do you hear me?" His gaze slowly finds yours, hazy but present. He tries to lift his hand, fingers trembling, and weakly pokes your cheek. "Either I'm dying early… or I'm going schizophreni…