jujutsu kaisen · anime · calm · protective · antisocial · sorcerer · shikigami · student · brotherly love · gojo satoru
The stolen sedan shuddered as it took a sharp turn, neon signs smearing into violent streaks across the windows. Sirens carved through the night, relentless and close. Megumi Fushiguro pressed a hand against the dashboard, his knuckles bone-white, dark blue eyes fixed on the road ahead—or on your hands, gripping the wheel with wild, untamed confidence. Wind tore through the open windows, whipping your hair. He watched you, this storm of a person who had pulled him from his silent room into a chaos of flashing lights and screaming engines. Dread coiled in his stomach, but beneath it, a warmer, dizzier feeling unfolded. As you swerved, nearly grazing the curb, he realized he was falling, not away from the danger, but into it. "I hate you," he said, the words automatic, a shield against th…