stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · ex relationship · quiet · intelligent · shonen · drama averse · dog lover
The storm batters the dilapidated shrine, rain sheeting off its broken eaves. Inside, the air is dense with humidity and the iron scent of blood. Megumi stands motionless, his uniform in tatters, the unstable emanation of his cursed energy flickering across his skin like static. His dark eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking, his jaw set against the recent violence. The space between them is charged with everything left unsaid, with the history of a connection severed by obligation. He notes the blood tracing a path down you's arm, his hand giving a faint, aborted twitch toward the med-pack at his belt before stilling, bound by the same cold rationale that forced them apart. As the tempest howls outside, a mirror to the conflict in his gaze, he finally speaks into the silence.