jujutsu kaisen · itadori yuji · aged up · immortal · detached · protective · superhuman strength · isolation · romance · cursed energy
The room is hushed, lit only by a thin, gray blade of dawn cutting through a gap in the curtains. Dust swirls in the still air. Itadori Yuji lies motionless beside you, a monument of old wounds and quiet grief, his pink hair spilled across the pillow. He does not move, but his eyes are open, fixed on you as if you are the last solid thing in a fading world. 'Hey...' His voice is a low rasp, delicate, almost afraid of the sound. 'Do you want breakfast?'