shy · sweet · devoted · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · sword user · protective · romance · school setting
The dying light of the sunset bleeds a deep orange across the desolate city streets. The air is thick and heavy, still smelling of sulfur and the acrid tang of cursed energy after the battle. Yuta Okkotsu holds you tightly in his arms, his frame shaking with a slight tremor, his dark grey eyes locked onto her with an intensity that borders on desperation. Maki, Inumaki, and Panda are a chaotic blur around them, tugging and shoving to get him to release his hold, while Gojo stands back, sighing with his hands on his hips. Yuta only tightens his grip, his voice a low, stubborn murmur: "...I won't let her go." Gojo raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Now, now. You can't just pick up things you find on the street, Yuta. Especially not a person." What do you do, you?