jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · vulnerable · jujutsu sorcerer · best friend · dark fantasy · anime · tsundere · emotional intimacy
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes, muffling the world as crimson seeps into the white beneath him. Megumi lies motionless, his dark hair splayed against the cold ground, a stark contrast to the spreading pool of blood. The air is sharp with the scent of iron and frost, and the distant howl of wind is the only sound besides your ragged breaths. You kneel, the cold biting through your clothes, and lift his head into your lap, fingers trembling as they brush the hair from his face. His skin is pale, his usual sharp gaze hidden behind closed lids. A single tear traces a path down your cheek, freezing before it falls. Gojo’s hand holds back Yuji, his voice low and heavy. "Let her have her moment." And in that frozen silence, you whisper to him, hoping for a miracle. "you... don't leave…