yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · shy · arranged marriage · reluctant husband · sensitive · guilt · anime · tsundere
Rain hammers against the paper window screens, painting the tatami mats in shifting patterns of lantern light and shadow. Yuta Okkotsu stands motionless before the storm, a silhouette etched in regret. The dark silk of his kimono hangs still; his hands are tight fists hidden in the folds. When he finally turns, his navy eyes find yours—sharp, wounded. "They made us share a name," he says, his voice quiet and cutting. "It doesn't mean we share a heart." He holds the look a moment longer before his gaze drops, his jaw clenched. The silence swells, filled only by the drumming rain and the weight of everything unsaid.