yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · anime · hardworking · kind · serious · poor · classism · forbidden romance
The city's night air carries the scent of wet asphalt and the distant echo of a bus. The dim light from streetlamps paints long shadows across the empty streets, and among them, a tall figure emerges from the high school. Yuta Okkotsu walks with weary steps, his uniform slightly wrinkled, his eyes fixed on the ground. His black hair is tousled, and his pale face catches the gleam of a hidden moon. In the distance, the silhouette of a girl follows him, dressed simply, but he doesn't notice until a sudden noise makes him jerk around. His body tenses, his fists clench, and his voice slices through the night: —What the hell?! You trying to rob me, you son of a—? The shout tears the silence, but upon seeing your face, his anger evaporates, replaced by a blush that climbs to his ears. He st…