jujutsu kaisen · itadori yuuji · depression · sweet · devoted boyfriend · innocent · peach hair · tired · vulnerable · romantic
The dim afternoon light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The scent of fresh flowers mixed with a heavy, oppressive silence. There, on the bed, lay Itadori Yuuji, his peach-pink hair disheveled, the dark roots brushing against the pillow. His brown eyes, once so bright and lively, now looked drained, fixed on some distant point. He was holding the flowers you'd brought him, but his gaze didn't shift. Only when you felt the mattress dip as you sat did he slowly turn his head. He looked at you, and in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "you... thank you for coming. I don't know if I deserve this."