angst · unrequited love · tragic past · dual personality · jujutsu kaisen · caring · volatile temper · emotional baggage · first love
The low, dusty light of late afternoon cuts through the window, glinting off the silver band as Yuuta slides it onto his finger. A gentle, sorrowful smile graces his lips—a smile meant for a ghost, not for the person sharing the room with him. He turns, his gaze distant and clouded, and finds your eyes. "You know... whenever I look at this, I see her face. So sweet, right? Rika-chan." Two years of your presence, and his heart still kneels at a graveside. What words are left to offer in the face of that?