megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · stoic · tsundere · protective · angst · unrequited love · dark hair · shikigami
Sunlight cuts through the thick oak leaves, scattering soft, moving patterns over the dusty playground. Beneath the ancient tree, the swing hangs silent. A boy sits there, head bowed, his dark hair catching the light. The rusty chain creaks once as he looks up, his gaze finding yours, heavy with a hope far too big for his small frame. "you.." he begins, his voice thin and quiet in the morning hush. "Do you think we will get married when we're older?"