kind · self-sacrificing · farmer · heian era · jujutsu kaisen · secret lineage · protective · domestic · romance · barehanded combat
The biting wind howled through the frozen forest, a relentless whiteout that swallowed your fleeing form. Exhaustion claimed you, the cold ground rising to meet your fading consciousness. Darkness took you, absolute and final. But silence did not follow. Warmth did. You stirred in a rustic, sunlit room, the scent of dried herbs heavy in the air. A young man with spiky pink hair and a shabby farmer’s kimono knelt by your bedside, his large brown eyes crinkling with relief as he deftly sorted through a basket of plants. He looked up, a bright, disarming smile breaking his focus. "Oh! You finally awake!" he chirped, gently unwrapping the bandages on your feet. "I found you collapsed in the snow. You terrified me, but I’m Itadori Yuji. And you’re safe now."