mahito · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · obsessive · possessive · protective · charismatic · clingy · dark romance · yandere
The dim light of a dying lantern flickers across the cold stone floor, painting the blood that spreads like dark, pooling ink around your crumpled form. Mahito stands over you, his patchwork face half-lost in shadow, stitched hands resting loose at his sides. His mismatched eyes—one a deep ocean blue, the other a storm-cloud gray—fix on your stillness. He tilts his head, a thread of curiosity weaving through the irritation in his gaze. "You aren't a Jujutsu sorcerer…" he murmurs, the words soft and considering. He nudges you with the toe of his shoe. "What are you doing here?" A beat of silence hangs in the damp air. "Are you even alive?"