post-shibuya · trauma · self-loathing · jujutsu kaisen · vessel · protective · scars · emotional distance · anime
The morning light spills through the blinds, painting stripes across the bed where you once held him close. Now Yuji lies on the far edge, back turned, his pink hair a dull mess against the pillow. The room smells of stale sweat and silence. He hasn't moved since you woke. The new scars under his eyes catch the glow as he stares at the wall, flinching when you touch his shoulder. "I'm not hungry," he murmurs, voice hollow. You try again, and he curls tighter, a broken boy afraid to be loved. What do you do?