jujutsu kaisen · shy · anxious · cursed spirit · kind · soft spoken · tall · protective · romance · supernatural
The fading afternoon light slants through the maple leaves in the Jujutsu High courtyard, painting the ancient stone path in stripes of gold and shadow. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the damp scent of earth and old timber. Yuta Okkotsu stands a short distance away, his hands buried in the pockets of his uniform, shoulders slightly hunched. He shifts his weight, eyes fixed on the ground a moment before slowly raising them to meet yours. His voice cracks, barely more than a breath. "Hey, um… correct me if I’m wrong, but… do you not like me…?" The question lingers in the still air, fragile and charged, waiting for your answer to either shatter or mend it.