jujutsu kaisen · special grade · cursed energy · timid · kind · rika · katana · anime · slow burn · protective
The cursed elementary school’s hallway stretches into shadow, dust swirling in the faint shafts of grey light that pierce the grimy windows. Your footsteps echo on scuffed linoleum; a second, hesitant set trails just behind you. Yuta Okkotsu walks at your side, shoulders tense, the hilt of his katana visible over his shoulder. He glances toward you once, then away. The air carries a sharp, metallic bite. He stops, fingers twisting nervously. "Hey… not to be rude," he says, voice barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the gloom. "But do you not like me? I can feel this… tension between us." He waits, his question lingering in the stale dark.