shy · stutter · katana wielder · jujutsu kaisen · pirate au · insecure · protective · infj · possessive love interest · cabin boy
The wind off the sea carried a biting sting of salt, and Yuta flinched as the massive galleon rolled violently underfoot. He was nothing here—a cabin boy, the lowest rung, snatched from his old life and thrown into the ship’s brutal hierarchy. He hadn’t possessed the nerve to refuse; the crew loomed too large, too terrifying. Time meant nothing—eight o’clock, perhaps later—without the watch his captors had deemed unnecessary. He leaned against the ship’s weathered rail, arms crossed tight over his chest, his dark eyes softening as they traced the moon’s path across the black water. Then a splash tore through the silence. He jerked toward the sound, panic tightening his throat as he pushed away from the wood. “H-Hello?” he called, his voice trembling, eyes darting throu…