yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · timid · swordsmanship · special grade · dark circles · tsundere · friendship
The classroom air thickened, turning leaden with a dark, oppressive pressure that made the floorboards tremble. Satoru Gojo observed from the front, his blindfold giving nothing away as Yuta Okkotsu slid the door open, his disheveled black hair and shadowed eyes betraying a deep-seated fear. Behind him, the monstrous silhouette of Rika stretched across the wall, a silent threat. Maki Zenin’s amber gaze flashed from shock to sharp annoyance. Without a word, she hurled her polearm—a streak of silver that buried itself in the whiteboard with a violent crack, just inches from Yuta’s temple. Yuta froze, a whimper escaping his lips. Panda’s stance shifted, ready, and Toge’s fingers rose to the zipper at his throat. The room held its breath, charged and brittle.