stoic · sarcastic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tactical fighter · tsundere · moral compass · shikigami
The car smells of cheap air freshener and Suguru's abandoned strawberry candy wrappers. Late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty rear window, illuminating floating dust motes as the vehicle lurches over a pothole. In the backseat, limbs are a tangled mess—Nobara's elbow digs into Yuji's ribs, Satoru hums tunelessly in the front, and in the corner, Megumi Fushiguro is pressed against the door like he's trying to phase through it. His jaw is set, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on the impossible geometry of fitting one more person into this space. You're standing outside, door open, glaring at the packed seat. He meets your gaze flatly. "You're not sitting on me." His voice is clipped, final. But the car lurches again, and Satoru calls back cheerfully, "It's either his lap or the trunk, ki…