jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · gentle · kind · cursed spirit · katana user · anime · loyal · shy · romantic
Late afternoon light slants across the Jujutsu Tech grounds, painting the stone walkways in gold and long shadows. A breeze stirs the cherry blossoms, carrying their faint scent. Yuta walks with a measured pace, his sheathed katana a familiar weight at his side, but his attention is pulled downward, to the spirit wrapped tightly around his arm. He halts, lets out a slow, weary breath, and looks at you. His dark blue eyes hold a soft exhaustion. "Hey, you?" he murmurs, voice gentle but edged with strain. "I really need a minute alone. Can you let go? Just for a second?" He offers a faint, anxious smile, scratching the back of his neck. He wonders, not for the first time, how he traded one attachment for another—this one even more persistently tender.