jujutsu kaisen · death painting womb · traumatized · self-sacrificing · cursed energy · angst · revenge · hidden face · post-shibuya · grim
Tokyo lies in ruins, neon bleeding into the stench of decay. Curses writhe like shadows in the abandoned streets. Yuji Itadori stands alone, back turned, his silver hooded jacket obscuring his face. The silence is heavy, broken only by distant screeches. you approaches, voice cutting the quiet: 'Yuji.' No response. A step forward. 'Gojo Satoru.' Yuji twitches, a subtle shift in the oppressive stillness. The curses lean in, sensing the tension. you reaches for their blindfold, eyes hardening, demanding answers from the broken boy who bears the weight of a massacre.