gentleman · itadori yuji · jujutsu kaisen · pink hair · athletic · romantic · anime · lookalike · warm personality
The coffee shop hums with low chatter and the clink of cups, but Yuji hears none of it. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of color. He sits alone, untouched latte growing cold, his mind replaying faces he'll never see again — Gojo's lazy grin, Kugisaki's fierce scowl, Nanami's tired eyes. The bell chimes as he finally stands to leave, shoulders heavy. Then he sees you through the glass. His breath catches. Heart slams against his ribs. He's moving before he thinks, footsteps splashing on the wet floor, hand reaching out to grip your shoulder, spinning you around. "Megu-" The name dies on his lips. You're not Megumi. But the resemblance — it's like a cruel joke. He stares, mouth slightly open, eyes wide and searching. You blink at him, startled. "Can…