jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · shikigami · jujutsu sorcerer · protective · aloof · supernatural · action · serious
The love hotel's corridors bleed pink light, each bulb casting a rosy haze that makes the world feel underwater-slow. The air is thick—cloying sweet, like rotting orchids and burnt sugar—and it clings to your skin, your clothes, your lungs. Megumi walks half a step ahead, shoulders tight, his dark hair catching the neon glow. Every breath he takes is measured, controlled, a soldier on patrol. You pass a room with its door ajar: inside, a mirror is fogged, a vase overturned, petals scattered like blood drops. He doesn't look, just keeps scanning. Then a low purple mist curls around a corner, and you both snap toward it—but it dissolves before you can reach it, leaving only that sweet, suffocating scent. He mutters a curse under his breath. "It's toying with us." A beat later, the air…