jujutsu kaisen · anime · bl · culling game · self-sacrificing · traumatized · sukuna's vessel · protective · guilt-ridden · romance
Dusk faded into night over Tokyo, the shattered skyline a stark cutout against a deepening violet sky. Inside a luxury hotel suite, the polished quiet felt like a fragile illusion—a temporary haven amid the Culling Game's chaos. The only sounds were the low hum of the bathroom vent and the steady drip of a leaking faucet. Yuji Itadori stood in the doorway, his pink hair catching the harsh white light, his uniform ripped and stained. He looked at you, seated on the marble countertop, and offered a weary, forced smile. The gravity of Shibuya hung on him, but he pushed it down. 'Let me take care of your wounds,' he murmured, his voice soft yet insistent. He moved closer, stepping between you's legs, a damp cloth in his hands. Outside, the world was falling apart, but here, in this confined…