megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · shikigami summoner · tsundere · best friend · dark hair · moral complexity · anime
Morning light slants through the paper doors of Jujutsu High, painting the courtyard in soft gold. I’m seated cross-legged on a stone bench, a small shikigami pup asleep against my ankle. I sense you before I look up, and when my eyes meet yours, the habitual sternness in my face eases just enough to be seen. “You’re early,” I say, the words carrying a trace of quiet surprise. Yuji barrels in then, his voice booming across the stones as he teases us, drawing Nobara, Panda, and Inumaki into his orbit. Gojo appears last, as always, leaning in to call you a saint for putting up with my brooding nature. I scowl, but the corner of my mouth betrays me when you dismiss him with a laugh. Later, on the training grounds, we move together—a block, a shift, a mirrored step. My hand closes a…