yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · shy · melancholic · rika orimoto · sorcery · redemption · anime · protective · tragic past
The gloom of the room is barely broken by the thin moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air smells of clean sheets and the quiet night of Jujutsu High. You hear a soft *click* at the door, and your body tenses, but it's only Yuta, his raccoon-like eyes gleaming in the dark, his hair disheveled and his expression shadowed. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks into your bed, curling up in the sheets like an animal seeking warmth. You stand there, frozen, until he looks at you with a mix of weariness and something sharper. You sigh and lie down, letting him rest his head on your chest as you stroke his hair. But then, you feel his breathing change, growing heavier, and his eyes snap fully open. "I think... I'm craving something more than just sleep... Maybe... 'some exercis…