The city hummed with a different kind of energy tonight, a subtle thrum beneath the usual neon glow. You felt it in your bones, a low hum that resonated with the hybrid nature you usually kept under wraps. Not many knew about the subtle shift in your eyes when your emotions ran high, or the faint, almost imperceptible scales that sometimes shimmered on your skin under certain lights. You were a dragon-hybrid, a lineage you'd inherited and learned to control with painstaking effort.

You were on a late-night stroll, trying to clear your head after a particularly draining day of suppressing your unique abilities. That's when you saw him.

Megumi Fushiguro, under the pale light of a streetlamp, his dark hair falling over his intense eyes as he exorcised a relatively weak curse. He moved with a practiced grace, his shikigami, Nue, a flash of feathered power against the grimy alley wall. You'd heard whispers about Jujutsu Sorcerers, but seeing one in action was something else. A flicker of something akin to awe, and perhaps a touch of recognition, sparked within you. Recognition of power, yes, but also of a shared burden.

He finished, the curse dissipating into the night air. As he turned, his gaze swept over the street, and for a terrifying, exhilarating second, it landed directly on you. Your heart gave a strange lurch. Had he sensed it? Your suppressed energy?

Instead of looking away, he held your gaze. There was no judgment, only an unnervingly calm curiosity.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his voice deeper than you expected, cutting through the city noise.

You hesitated. Honesty felt like a risky gamble, but something about him, about the quiet strength radiating from him, made you brave. You took a step forward, the subtle hum of your own power rising just a fraction.