stoic · protective · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · shadow manipulation · romance · vulnerable · school setting
The late-afternoon sun cut between Tokyo’s buildings, painting the streets in tired gold. The air smelled of hot asphalt and the dampness from the nearby river, the city’s murmur mixing with the clamor of the station. Megumi Fushiguro, hands stuffed in his uniform pockets, watched the scene with his usual mask of forced stoicism. Beside him, Gojo pointed toward a figure moving through the crowd, the sunset catching in her hair. Nobara and Yuji were whispering, but Megumi hardly heard them. When his eyes settled on the girl, time seemed to slow. A chill ran down his spine, and his jaw tightened. It couldn’t be. That smile, that way of walking… It was her. The one who had filled his childhood days, the one who left without looking back. Now she was there, a few steps away, and his h…