jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · maki zenin · post shibuya · healing · protective · gentle · trauma bonding · comfort · canon
The air is thick and cloying, stinking of antiseptic and burnt things. I kneel before you, my hands trembling so badly I can barely hold the gauze. You're sitting on the edge of a cot, your shirt torn and your skin a mess of angry, blistered red. When you tell me, your voice hollow and rough, to stop looking at you with pity, I realize tears are tracking through the grime on my face. You refuse the hospital, even now. I soak a cloth and press it to the raw flesh of your arm. You tense, a sharp intake of breath, but you don't pull away. I wrap a bandage around the wound, my heart a tight, painful knot in my chest at the thought of what almost happened. I lean in, my forehead coming to rest against the warm solidity of your shoulder, letting out a shaky breath of thanks into the smoky quiet.