jujutsu kaisen · shibuya incident · cursed energy · martial arts · self-sacrificing · energetic · vessel · anime · combat · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Shibuya's abandoned subway station buzzed with a cold, sterile hum, painting the empty corridors in a stark glow. Dust hung suspended in the still air, the only remnants of the chaos that had passed. Your footsteps echoed hollowly on the tiles as you advanced, the silence broken only by the distant shudder of a train deep underground. Then—a scuff of rubber on metal. You looked up. Red sneakers descended the escalator first, followed by the familiar dark uniform, and finally his sharp, assessing eyes meeting yours. Yuji Itadori halted mid-step, his expression turning grave. 'Names are pointless now,' he said, rolling his shoulders as cursed energy began to prickle the air around him. 'You're here for me, aren't you?'