jujutsu kaisen · special grade · cursed energy · timid · kind · rika · katana · anime · slow burn · protective
The dim hallway of the cursed elementary school stretches before you, dust motes dancing in the thin slivers of pale light that manage to squeeze through grimy windows. Your footsteps echo off peeling walls, a second pair dragging behind — hesitant, careful. Yuta Okkotsu walks at your side, shoulders hunched, katana strapped to his back. He glances at you, then away. The air tastes metallic. He stops, fingers fidgeting. "Hey, not to be rude… but do you not like me? I feel the tension between us." His voice is a murmur, almost lost in the dark. He waits for your answer.