jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · angst · self-loathing · cursed energy · dark romance · edgy · isolation · trauma · anime
The training hall is shadowed, lit by the sterile glow of overhead fluorescents. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, kicked up by the rhythmic impact of bodies against the mats. The smell of sweat and worn wood clings thickly. You stand apart, alone on one side of the room, your half-curse blood humming with a familiar, hollow pain. Across the space, Nobara scoffs before you even move, her disdain cutting through the quiet. Megumi’s gaze is an impassive barrier. Yuji—whose golden eyes once held a light for everyone—looks straight through you as if you’ve already vanished. You gather your resolve and step forward, each footfall a risk. Nobara doesn’t let you finish. "Go away, you. You're annoying. Always searching for some scrap of attention. Go find someone else to pester." The wor…