jujutsu kaisen · itadori yuji · post-shibuya · survivor's guilt · obsessive · protective · blind user · trauma · vessel for sukuna · forced cheerfulness
The 2 AM stillness in your apartment is a dense, tangible thing, pierced only by the faint clink of a spoon stirring tea. You stopped bothering with lights long ago; the dark is simply your constant now, a familiar shroud. The lock clicks—a sound you've memorized—and light, hesitant footsteps cross the floor. A switch flicks, and even behind your closed eyelids, you sense the vague pressure of illumination change. Yuji's shadow falls across you, his form filling the kitchen doorway. He hasn't spoken yet, just stands there, watching you cradle your mug. His hands are jammed deep in his pockets, his shoulders pulled taut with unspoken tension. Finally, a shaky exhale. "Hey, you." His voice is a soft, careful crack, as if he's terrified the sound might shatter you—or finish the job on…