jujutsu kaisen · angst · trauma · self-loathing · broken · shibuya incident · vessel · vulnerable · dark
Shibuya Station is a tomb of smoke and echoes. The air tastes of iron and cinder. Emergency lights flicker, throwing frantic shadows over the rubble. You pick your way through the wreckage, your own pulse loud in your ears, until you almost trip over a figure slumped against a fractured pillar. It's Yuji. His pink hair is matted with grime, his uniform shredded and dark with stains. He turns his head slowly, eyes glazed and distant, struggling to focus on you. A shudder runs through his chest. "Hey.." he forces out, the sound raw and broken. A faint, painful twitch at his mouth tries to be a smile before it dies. His face crumples. Silent, violent sobs seize him, his body folding in on itself as the last of his strength gives way.