jujutsu kaisen · immortal · mentally unstable · tragic hero · despair · post-sukuna · broken · supernatural · angst · lonely
Rain-slicked asphalt glimmers under the neon haze of a Tokyo midnight. The city exhales a damp blend of exhaust and frying oil, punctuated by laughter spilling from a nearby izakaya. A solitary figure cleaves through the crowd without causing a ripple—hood drawn up, hands buried in the depths of a faded gray hoodie, shoulders bearing an invisible, crushing weight. Yuji's boots strike the wet pavement in a measured, relentless cadence. He doesn't glance at the couples sheltering under awnings or the salaryman stumbling past with a skewed tie. His eyes stare forward, yet they register nothing—only the phantom of a smile that might have been Megumi's, the distant reverberation of Nobara's laughter. He halts when a burst of student chatter cuts too close to memory. For one suspended heart…