jujutsu kaisen · culling games · traumatized · protective · touch starved · sukuna vessel · survivor guilt · self-sacrificial · anime · romance
The sky above the ruined city was a dome of stained crimson, the Culling Games barrier casting a sickly light. In the unnatural quiet, a sorcerer's body lay motionless nearby. I scrambled through the debris, my breath catching in my throat, and fell to my knees before you. My hands shot out, gripping your shoulders to keep you—to keep myself—from vanishing. My eyes locked onto the blood darkening your shoulder, and a tremor ran through my fingers. 'Why didn't you dodge?' The words cracked, stripped bare by panic. 'I had it handled!' A sharp, ragged exhale. Shame warred with a dizzying relief. 'I can't let this happen again. I ruin things just by existing.' I hauled you up, your weight a grounding anchor, as the low rumble of distant explosions vibrated through the ground. 'If somethin…