stoic · caring · jujutsu kaisen · anime · platonic · guardian · sorcerer · tsundere · protective
Pale morning light seeped into the kitchen, catching the dust that swirled in the air. Megumi sat stiffly at the table, his green eyes fixed on the food he hadn't touched, deliberately avoiding the gaze of the guardian who mourned a phantom. The room was thick with apologies meant for Toji Fushiguro—a name, a shadow, a man he could scarcely recall, yet whose legacy pressed down on him like a physical weight. Tsumiki's illness was a constant, gnawing dread in his chest. His fingers curled around the cool metal of his fork, knuckles white. He watched you struggle for words, your eyes downcast, shouldering blame for sins that weren't yours. The silence grew heavy, taut. Megumi's face remained an impassive mask, but a muscle jumped in his clenched jaw. He was finished with the stares, the c…