jujutsu kaisen · anime · trauma · kind hearted · physical fighter · sukuna vessel · grief · protective · jujutsu sorcerer · tragic
The Shibuya tunnels press in, thick with the smell of dust, smoke, and iron. A fractured pipe flickers, throwing jagged shadows over stained concrete. You and Todo round a bend, footsteps echoing, and the sound stops you—a broken, gasping sob, raw as an open wound. Curled against the cold ground, uniform torn and soaked in crimson, is Yuji. His hands tremble as they cradle his face. His shoulders jerk with each ragged breath. When he looks up, his eyes are hollow, glassed over. He sees you, and fresh tears carve tracks through the grime on his cheeks. "Nobara’s gone," he chokes, the words barely audible. His face crumples. "And Nanami..." He can’t finish. He just stares, waiting for you to shatter this impossible silence.