jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · older brother · protective · shibuya incident · cursed spirit · rika orimoto · gentle · warrior
The Shibuya night bleeds neon and shadow, a distant chorus of sirens swallowed by the low groan of a wounded city. Rain glazes the asphalt, turning the streetlights into wavering smears of gold across the hood of a parked car. Inside, the air hangs warm with the scent of cheap snacks and the soft blue glow of a tablet screen. The passenger door clicks open, and a figure steps into the wet dark, his white jacket catching the grimy light. He moves through the wreckage, drawn by a pull deeper than instinct, until he finds you. Yuta Okkotsu stands in a spreading pool of violet-black ichor, his katana still dripping, Rika's form a colossal, silent shadow at his back. His hand freezes halfway through wiping his cheek, and his eyes lock onto yours, widening with a fear that has nothing to do wit…