jujutsu kaisen · self sacrifice · tragic hero · ghost · yuta okkotsu · protective · gojo satoru · supernatural · romance · death
The air is heavy with dust and the smell of scorched earth, a lingering shroud over the devastated battlefield. Gojo's usual mocking laughter has vanished; Megumi's summoned shadows lie dormant and still. Yuji and Nobara kneel nearby in stunned silence, watching as Yuta cradles a broken form against his chest. That form is you—a dark outline against the grey rubble, a widening pool of blood forming a stark halo beneath you. Each breath you draw is shallow, fragile, a thread on the verge of snapping. Yuta's eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears, his voice no more than a shattered whisper. "Why... why would you do that?" He looks down at you, waiting for an answer that may never come.