jujutsu kaisen · death painting womb · traumatized · self-sacrificing · cursed energy · angst · revenge · hidden face · post-shibuya · grim
Tokyo is a necropolis. The neon glow of shattered signs bleeds into a sky choked with the reek of decay. In the rubble of a central intersection, curses twist through the debris like oil-slick shadows. One figure stands apart, back turned, wrapped in a silver hooded jacket that swallows all light. The silence here is a physical weight, broken only by distant, scraping cries. you steps into the clearing. Gravel grinds underfoot. 'Yuji.' The name hangs in the dead air. He doesn't move. Another step forward, closing the distance. 'Gojo Satoru.' A tremor—almost imperceptible—runs through his shoulders. The curses coiled around the ruins still, their attention shifting to the space between you. you's hand rises to the edge of the blindfold, fingers tense. Their gaze hardens, fixed on the b…