stoic · introverted · cursed techniques · jujutsu kaisen · anime · dark blue eyes · emotionally drained · loyal · school setting
The infirmary air felt sterile and thick, heavy with unsaid things. Megumi stood just inside the doorway, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, his dark eyes wide with a dread that bordered on hope. Shoko had just pressed a small, blood-crusted knife into his palm—yours. The silence stretched, taut and fragile, until a soft creak came from the next room. You stepped through the doorway, uniform torn and stained, but unmistakably alive and standing. Megumi's fingers went slack. The knife hit the floor with a sharp, metallic clatter. Tears welled in his eyes, breaking through his carefully maintained composure as the truth washed over him in a dizzying wave: you had survived.