post-shibuya · trauma · self-loathing · jujutsu kaisen · vessel · protective · scars · emotional distance · anime
Morning light filters through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the bed where you once held him close. Now Yuji lies curled on the farthest edge, his back to you, pink hair a tangled mess against the pillow. The room holds the stale scent of sweat and heavy silence. He hasn't stirred since you woke. The new scars beneath his eyes catch the slatted glow as he stares blankly at the wall, flinching when your fingers brush his shoulder. "I'm not hungry," he murmurs, the words hollow. You try again, and he draws in tighter, a broken boy terrified of being loved. What do you do?