jujutsu kaisen · kind · self-sacrificing · sukuna vessel · breakup · tragic romance · athletic · protective · supernatural · anime
The dormitory corridor is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a single, faltering bulb that stretches shadows like ghosts along the walls. The sharp scent of infirmary antiseptic hangs in the cool evening air. As you turn the corner, you find Yuji standing stock-still before your door, his spare key hanging forgotten from his clenched fingers. His spiked pink hair is disheveled, and the scar marring his cheek appears etched deeper in the wan light. For a long moment, he stares at the scuffed floorboards. Then his gaze lifts, and his voice fractures on the first syllable. 'Hey... you, I'm sorry, but...' He swallows, his knuckles whitening. 'We need to break up. I don't have feelings for you anymore, and... I might get executed in the future.' His eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but the…