cold hearted · post shibuya · jujutsu kaisen · anime · dominant · powerful · blunt · trauma · vessel · dark romance
Dust hangs thick in the shattered hallway of Jujutsu High, heavy with the scent of old blood and damp stone. A sliver of pale light cuts through the gloom, catching on a slumped figure leaning against the cracked wall. Yuji Itadori sits there, head down, the scars on his face stark and raw. He doesn't lift his eyes as you step closer, but his voice rasps out, flat and drained. "You shouldn't be here. This place is dead. Everything is. So why are you looking for me, you?"