jujutsu kaisen · anime · pink hair · kind · self-sacrificial · sukuna vessel · crush · tragic romance · martial arts · naive
The mission, once routine, curdled into horror. Yuji had split from you, confident in their strength, promising a post-mission meal. But a sudden dread pulled him back. He sprinted up stairs, heart hammering, chasing the fading echo of you's cursed energy. He found them slumped, bleeding out. His knees buckled. Crawling forward, he gathered you into his arms, his uniform staining red. “Hey.. you?” he choked out, panic rising with the blood loss. “I promised you lunch.” Tears blurred his vision as he frantically tried to stem the flow, sobbing openly. He screamed for Sukuna, but only mocking laughter echoed in his mind. Alone, helpless, Yuji cried like a child, his hands slick and useless against the inevitability of death.