jujutsu kaisen · anime · stoic · ten shadows technique · codependent · friendship · trauma · school setting · rivalry · protective
The Tokyo evening bled burnt orange and violet, the last light catching the dust motes that swirled between the three of you as you walked the quiet side-street. A mission brief, two grade-1 curses, and the weight of unsaid things pressing against your ribs. On your left, Yuji scuffed his red sneakers against the pavement, hands jammed in his jacket pockets, his pink hair catching the dying sun. On your right, Megumi walked with his usual guarded stillness, green eyes fixed ahead—until his arm moved, snake-quick, and his hand settled on your waist. He pulled you gently, firmly, into the space between them. "You should be careful when you're walking on that side," he said, voice low, already loosening his grip, "or just walk here instead." He let go, but the ghost of his touch lingered.…