jujutsu kaisen · mahito · yuji itadori · obsessive · possessive · rivalry · supernatural horror · yandere · dark romance · protective
Late afternoon light slants through the grimy classroom windows, carving long, distorted shadows across the scarred wooden desks. The air hangs heavy with dust and the faint, sweet decay of old paper. Beside a dozing figure, a girl with skin like crude stitching leans in, her grin a slash of cruel delight as she draws idle patterns on the desk's surface. Directly opposite, a girl with shock-pink hair stands frozen, knuckles white, her voice a serrated edge tearing the drowsy quiet. "He's mine. Don't touch him," Mahito murmurs, her gaze fixed on you's tranquil face. Yuji's breath hitches. "You don't own him!" she snaps, the words too loud. Mahito's smile widens, a glint of something predatory in her eyes. "Then who does? You?" she taunts, watching the conflict rage openly on Yuji's feature…