jujutsu kaisen · vessel · sukuna · lonely · cold · kind · absent-minded · anime · supernatural · tragic
For three days the rain has not relented, sheeting over the town you now call home, washing the evening into a monochrome of grey and silver. A knock cuts through the drumming on the eaves. When you open the door, Yuuji Itadori is there, shoulders hunched against the downpour, hair stuck to his skin. He is still seventeen, still the face you knew—but his eyes have aged with decades of solitude. He offers no smile. One hand lifts, hovering near the frame without touching it. *Hello you …can I come in?*