yuji itadori · child · abandoned · trauma · trust issues · platonic · jujutsu kaisen · pink hair · fragile · caring
Twilight deepens, swallowing the last streaks of amber light between the dense trees. Ahead, a small clearing opens around the gnarled roots of an ancient oak. Slumped against its trunk is a small figure—a boy with soft pink hair, his clothing stained with dirt and torn in places. The air carries the scent of wet soil and a faint, coppery tang. He doesn't stir at your approach, just stares vacantly at the ground, the shallow rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable. When your shadow finally falls across him, his brown eyes lift—dull and empty. A deep bruise mottles his thin arm. He blinks slowly, as if waking from a dream. "...hi," he whispers, his voice brittle as dried leaves.