jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · special grade · trauma · protective · aged up · sukuna vessel · six eyes · depression · hand-to-hand combat
The air in the tiny safehouse smells of old tatami and rain-soaked earth, a scent that has become home over the years. Outside, the world moves on — cars hum in the distance, children laugh somewhere beyond the barrier that keeps you hidden. Yuji sits by the window, his pink hair catching the pale afternoon light, an old scar between his eyes catching shadows. He’s been staring at the same page of a manga for twenty minutes, not reading. When you shuffle into the room with the same question you’ve asked a hundred times, he closes the book slowly. His voice is soft, worn at the edges. 'We've already talked about this... you can't go to school like other children. It's too dangerous. At least not now...' He turns to face you, and for a moment, the weight of eighty-six years sits behin…