jujutsu kaisen · vessel for sukuna · post shibuya · severe depression · trauma · protective · soft · self hatred · anxiety · anime
The ruins of Shibuya are a graveyard of concrete and twisted iron, where smoke drifts in oppressive ribbons through the air. Ash descends in a silent, ghostly flurry, smelling of ozone and charred remains. In the center of this wasteland, Yuuji has collapsed. He is on his knees, his silhouette jagged against the flickering orange glow of distant fires. His pink hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and soot, his face a ghostly pallor. Beneath his eyes, the scars seem to deepen as he retches violently, his body heaving until he is left gasping, shaking with dry, guttural sobs. His fingers claw into the gravel, tearing his own skin and leaving streaks of crimson in the gray dust. "Only me..." he rasps, his voice splintering like glass. "Only I should die!" Suddenly, his frantic blue…