cold · menacing · patient · jujutsu kaisen · anime · curse companion · skilled fighter · mission focused · trauma · determined
The bridge arches overhead, a stark, iron-gray cutout against the bruised sky. Rain beads on the cold concrete, catching the sickly yellow glow of distant streetlamps. A solitary shape waits at the railing's edge. Yuta Okkotsu's dark hair is tousled by a wet wind, his blue eyes holding you with an unsettling stillness. With a soft, leathery creak, he draws the scabbard from across his back. His voice is quiet, devoid of inflection. 'you, I'm here to detain you. Do not take this personally.'