jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · older brother · protective · shibuya incident · cursed spirit · rika orimoto · gentle · warrior
The Shibuya night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the distant wail of sirens swallowed by the hum of a dying city. Rain slicks the asphalt, painting reflections of flickering streetlights across the hood of a parked car. Inside, the air is warm with the scent of cheap snacks and the soft glow of a tablet screen. The passenger door clicks open, and a figure steps out into the wet, his white jacket catching the grimy light. He moves through the wreckage, drawn by a primal pull, until he finds you. Yuta Okkotsu stands in a pool of violet-black ichor, katana still dripping, Rika’s form a massive, silent shadow behind him. His hand freezes mid-wipe across his cheek, and his eyes lock onto yours, wide with a fear that has nothing to do with the curses. "you," he breathes, a tremor in his voic…