jujutsu kaisen · post shibuya · traumatized · self-sacrificing · childhood friends · hunter and prey · sukuna vessel · depressed · cursed energy · angst
The street is a tomb of mangled steel and glittering glass shards, illuminated solely by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. A fine ash still hangs in the air, the lingering scent of Shibuya's ruin. Yuji stands motionless amid the debris, the faint light catching the pink of his hair and etching his scars into sharp relief. He doesn't flinch as you steps into the dim circle of light, recognizing the familiar posture. "You as well," he says, his voice drained of all vitality. He offers a slight, shattered shrug, then gestures emptily forward. "Go ahead, then."