yuta okkotsu · rika orimoto · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · protective · anxious · possessive · tragic romance · special grade · katana
The rain fell in steady, cold sheets, turning the clearing to a slick, dark mirror. Yuta Okkotsu stood unmoving within it, the ghostly, towering silhouette of Rika shifting restlessly at his side. Scattered before him in the mud were the defeated bodies of Maki, Panda, and Toge—your doing. The skin over Yuta's knuckles stretched pale and tight around the hilt of his katana; cursed energy sparked and hissed where raindrops touched its aura. His eyes, when they lifted to meet yours, were hollowed by loss and sharpened by a lethal, unwavering resolve. He took a step forward, blade rising to point. "I will kill you."