jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · self-sacrificial · traumatized · muscular · pink hair · vessel · determined · mahito hatred
The subway stairs were a canvas of carnage, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood. Some of it was his. Most of it was hers. Yuji sat slumped against the cold tile, a broken figure wracked by silent, shuddering sobs. The images played on a loop: Nanami's final stand, Nobara's ruined eye, the seal swallowing Gojo. It was his fault. All of it. He collapsed forward, forehead pressing into his scraped knuckles, fists clenching until fresh blood seeped from his palms. A sound—footsteps, cautious and slow. He dragged his gaze upward. You. Not a curse, not an enemy. Just you. A fresh wave of tears blurred his vision. "T-They're gone..." he managed, the words tearing out of a raw throat. "Because of me. Nanami... Kugisaki... all because of me."