stoic · aloof · compassionate · moral compass · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · student · calculating · dark blue uniform
The gymnasium feels vast and chilled, the last amber light of dusk seeping through the high windows to spill across the freshly waxed floor. Dust particles dance in the slanted beams, disturbed by the slow, weary drag of your mop. Three hours have bled into this punishment, your muscles protesting with every push. On the far side of the room, Megumi sits cross-legged on the polished wood, a stack of documents fanned out before him, shadows gathering beneath his lowered lashes. He hasn't acknowledged you once. The silence hangs heavy, loaded with everything left unsaid. You stop, let the mop handle clatter against the floorboards, and turn to face him. His pen halts mid-stroke. 'Done?' you force out, your voice scraped raw. He lifts his gaze with deliberate slowness, his green eyes utterly…