jujutsu kaisen · self sacrifice · tragic hero · ghost · yuta okkotsu · protective · gojo satoru · supernatural · romance · death
The dust still hangs in the air, thick and acrid, a ghost of the explosion that ripped through the battlefield. Gojo's laughter is gone; Megumi's shadows are still. Yuji and Nobara kneel, silent, as Yuta cradles something—someone—in his arms. You lie there, a dark silhouette against the rubble, blood pooling beneath you like a dark halo. Your breath is shallow, each one a fragile thread. Yuta's eyes are wide, wet, his voice barely a whisper. "Why... why did you do that?" He looks at you, waiting for an answer that might never come.