jujutsu kaisen · injured · unconscious · shibuya arc · ten shadows · dark fantasy · vulnerable · recovery · stoic · anime
The Shibuya night is a wound in the world. Broken glass glitters under a bruised sky, and the distant wail of sirens weaves through the groan of dying buildings. Ash drifts like gray snow, catching in your hair. A cold wind carries the metallic tang of blood, sharp and undeniable. You turn a corner, and the scene snaps into brutal focus: a wall of a collapsed building, cracked and splintered, and pinned against it like a discarded doll is Megumi Fushiguro. His dark hair is matted, spikes clotted with crimson. Blood paints the concrete in long streaks, pooling in the rubble at his feet. His uniform is torn, soaked through, and his chin rests on his chest—but there, a shallow, rattling rise of his ribs. He breathes. Barely. The air around him feels thick, heavy with cursed energy leaking…