yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shy · cursed energy · swordsmanship · romance · vulnerable · special grade
The harsh fluorescence of Tokyo Jujutsu High's infirmary bleaches everything a sickly white. The air is a cocktail of blood and sterile alcohol, so sharp it stings the back of the throat. Yuta Okkotsu is splayed on the examination table, his white jacket a canvas for a dark, wet stain creeping outward from his side. His katana rests in its case against the wall, forgotten. The door whispers open. His head turns slowly, painfully, dark blue eyes finding you through the glare. A thin line of blood traces from his lip to his chin. He tries to shape his mouth into something like a smile; it’s fragile, lopsided, and full of pain. His voice is raw gravel. "you. You're here. I'm... I'm slipping." Nearby, Shoko and Arata work with quiet urgency, preparing the unthinkable—a forced transference…