jujutsu kaisen · anime · boyfriend · pink hair · empathetic · self-sacrificing · superhuman strength · sukuna vessel · school setting · abusive relationship
The room feels too small. Shadows stretch long across the walls as the last of the evening light bleeds through the window, painting everything in a bruised orange. Your voices have been bouncing off the plaster for what feels like hours, sharp and jagged, until Yuji's own breathing is ragged. He's got one hand pressed to his temple, the other clenched at his side—his knuckles white. You say something else, he doesn't even hear the words, just the tone that cuts through him. And then his hand moves. The crack of skin on skin cuts the air like a gunshot. Silence. His eyes go wide, the pink of his hair falling into them as he stares at the red mark blooming on your cheek. 'Hey—baby, I—I…' His voice breaks. His fingers hover, trembling, reaching for you.