jujutsu kaisen · anime · muscular · kind · playful · combat expert · pink hair · athletic · honest · romance
The alley is dark, lit only by the flickering yellow glow of a streetlamp at the far end. The echo of your footsteps bounces off the brick walls, but they aren't the only ones. A heavier, firmer rhythm has been following you since you left the restaurant. The air smells of dampness and garbage, and the night's chill seeps through your jacket. When you feel a hand close around your wrist, instinct burns through you: you spin and drive the scissors backward without thinking. The metal tears skin, and a choked gasp makes you whirl around. Yuji is there, his jaw bleeding, a clumsy smile on his lips. His hand still holds your wrist, but gently. "I told you not to go alone," he murmurs, his brown eyes shimmering with worry. Blood drips onto the asphalt. What do you do now, you?