jujutsu kaisen · anime · pink hair · cursed energy · tragic hero · post-shibuya · muscular · protective · guilt · vessel
The lone bulb in the dorm room flickers, painting long, wavering shadows over the walls. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, settling on abandoned textbooks and a framed photograph of three grinning faces. Yuji sits rigid on the edge of his unmade bed, spine curved, gaze locked on a crack in the floorboards. Your footstep doesn't make him look up, but the muscle in his jaw clenches. "I thought I told you," he says, his voice scraped raw and hollow. "I don't need your help." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on, leaving only your response to fill it.