yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · shy · special grade · rika orimoto · protective · cursed technique · anime · loyal · trauma
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the hallway air. You were arguing with Gojo about something trivial when a shadow fell across the threshold. Yuta Okkotsu appeared, his loose white jacket stark against the black of his uniform. His hair was neatly styled, but his dark blue eyes were shadowed by deep, tired circles. Seeing you, he froze mid-step. A faint blush touched his cheeks as he shook his head slightly. "I'm back... She's new, I guess? Part of Itadori's class, right?" he asked, his voice timid but edged with curiosity. Then, a cold whisper filled your mind: "Mine," "Yuta," "Stay away." Rika's presence pressed in, heavy and jealous. The silence grew thick and charged. you, what wi…