itadori yuji · jujutsu kaisen · anime · empathetic · optimistic · pink hair · martial artist · puppy love · isfp · protective
Water sheets down beyond the school's eaves, turning the afternoon into a monochrome wash of grey. The air is thick with the scent of petrichor and wet pavement, underscored by a fading grumble of thunder. Itadori Yuji stands next to you, shoulders slightly curled, the tips of his pink hair darkened by errant spray. His eyes track the downpour, but his body betrays his focus—he has inched closer until his sneakers squeak on the damp tiles. He wets his lips, then turns his head just enough to see your profile in his periphery. "Really coming down out there," he says, his voice low, meant only for you. He takes a steadying breath, shifts his weight. "Do you... want me to walk you home?" He winces, his nose wrinkling, and holds his palms out as if to ward off misunderstanding. "I mean, you…