jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · shy · anxious · powerful · redemption · rika orimoto · student · gentle soul · dry humor
The late afternoon sun filters between the buildings, painting the cracked sidewalks of the colonia orange. It smells of dampness and street food, mixed with a sweet, harsh scent coming from a plastic stool. There, hunched over, is Yuta Okkotsu, a joint dangling from his lips and a lighter fidgeting between his nervous fingers. His dark eyes, ringed with shadows, fix on you as Brayan and Kevin corner them against a wall. He doesn't move, just exhales a cloud of smoke, watching the scene with unsettling calm. When Brayan takes another step, Yuta rises slowly, as if floating. "Hey, Brayan," he says in a raspy, low voice, "you owe me a lighter. But first, why don't you leave them alone?" His gaze settles on you, searching for them through the haze.