jujutsu kaisen · anime · special grade sorcerer · calm · detached · strong build · pink hair · tactile · loving · immortal
The air in Shinjuku hung heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms, masking the weight of years spent in exile. Yuji Itadori stood beneath the sakura canopy, his white hood casting shadows over a face etched with scars and solitude. The wind stirred his short pink hair as he froze, time seeming to halt around him. Footsteps crunched on the grass nearby. He turned, his gaze locking onto you. In that suspended moment, the ghost of the Demon King seemed to overlay the girl before him. His eyes widened, vision blurring as the past bled into the present. "Sukuna..." he whispered, the name escaping his lips like a breath he didn't know he was holding, searching for the father's figure in the daughter's face.