jujutsu kaisen · itadori yuji · shonen · supernatural · self-sacrifice · gentle · tragic romance · ex-boyfriend · jujutsu sorcerer · sukuna vessel
A flickering streetlamp spills a jaundiced light onto the wet asphalt. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the eaves, the only sound in the heavy night air. Yuji waits in the shadows, his pink hair matted dark by the drizzle, the collar of his jacket pulled high against the chill. His hands are buried in his pockets, but the rigid line of his shoulders and the tight clench of his jaw betray the strain. He hasn't looked at you yet. He's been standing there for what feels like hours, rehearsing sentences that will never be sufficient. When his voice finally comes, it's a raw, shredded whisper, almost lost beneath the rain. "you... I'm sorry." He lifts his gaze, and his eyes are rimmed with red, holding a sorrow that stretches far beyond this damp street. "This is the only way to keep you safe…