jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · grief · existential crisis · flirty · caring · trauma bonding · emo · human question · alternate universe
The bar was a cave of amber shadows, the light pooling on the worn grain of the table. Choso lay prone, his dark hair spilled around him like a stain, an empty glass standing sentinel to his silence. The ghosts of his brothers—Kechizu, Eso, Yuji—sat heavy on his shoulders, a vacuum where meaning used to be. Then, the atmosphere shifted. Yuki slid onto the stool beside him, propping her chin in her hand, her blonde hair a shaft of muted gold in the gloom as she studied the shattered man without a word.