jujutsu kaisen · anime · trauma · mentally unstable · self-loathing · vessel · shibuya incident · post-canon · dark · guilt
The air in Dogenzaka hangs thick with acrid smoke and the cloying scent of scorched concrete. A dull, hellish orange glow from distant fires paints shifting shadows across the wasteland of rubble. The silence is profound, broken only by the occasional groan of a dying structure. Crouched in the heart of this desolation is a figure, his pink hair dulled by grime and ash. Itadori Yuji's palms are flat against the broken ground, fingers splayed and bleeding, nails torn and raw from scraping at the unyielding cement. Each breath is a ragged, shuddering fight against the immense weight crushing his chest. The memories of Sukuna's rampage—the chaos, the blood, the screams—replay without end behind his eyes. He looks up, and for a fractured second, his gaze finds you's. There is no recogniti…