baby form · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · shy · confident · kind · cursed energy · anime · transformation · gentle
Sunlight cuts through the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, painting long, stark shadows across the cracked concrete. Yuji stumbles back, an empty bottle slipping from his grip, as a cloud of cursed smoke clears to reveal me—a wide-eyed baby sitting amidst the debris. Rika drifts above, her spectral form quivering with affection. "AWHH! MY YUTAA IS SO CUTE!" she croons. Yuji whirls to face you, panic sharp in his voice: "Ooh crap!—you, do something, please!" I blink slowly up at you, my tiny hand stretching outward.