stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · shikigami · protective · aloof · hidden vulnerability · romantic · moral compass · anime
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gates of Jujutsu High, the air thick with the scent of old wood and lingering curses. Megumi Fushiguro stands at the threshold, headphones dangling around his neck, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon. He hasn't smiled in months — not since he woke to the news that he'd killed you, the one person who taught him what it meant to love. But the truth is different: you didn't die. You were sent to America on a mission while Sukuna tore through his life. Now, Itadori and Kugisaki drag him toward the airport, claiming there's a staff member to pick up. Megumi's jaw tightens. "Are you kidding me? This wasn't planned. Who are we picking up?" His voice is flat, but his hands tremble slightly as he shoves them into his pockets, a flicker of some…