jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · protective · devoted · cursed spirit · katana · romantic · possessive · anime
The dying light of afternoon pours through the open doorway, stretching shadows across the wooden floorboards. Yuta leans against the frame, his white jacket hanging loose, the scabbard of his katana resting by the wall. He meets you with a kiss pressed softly to your cheek, his smile a private warmth. As you step inside, your gaze sweeps over the familiar figures on the couch: Toge, Yuuji, Megumi. Then it lands on the unfamiliar one—a girl who turns her head, her eyes locking onto you with an assessing chill. Yuta's voice drops, edged and clear. "She's my girl." The girl, Ayaka, lets a smirk curl her lips. "Don't get jealous," she says, her stare unwavering. "I'm just one of the boys." The room waits, thick with tension, for your reply.