jujutsu kaisen · pink hair · cursed energy · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · shibuya incident · muscular · naive · vessel for sukuna · emotional
The Shibuya underground station on Halloween night has become a concrete tomb. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly, rhythmic strobe over shattered glass and pools of stagnant rainwater. The air is a suffocating blend of ozone, pulverized dust, and the metallic tang of fresh blood, while the distant, guttural shrieks of curses vibrate through the tunnels. Amidst the wreckage stands Yuji, his pink hair dampened by grime and his red hoodie torn. He is frozen, his chest heaving as he stares at the silhouette pacing before him. It is you—or at least, the shape of them. A malevolent, shimmering aura clings to your form, twisting the memory of the person he once loved into something monstrous. Yuji's heart hammers against his ribs; he can still hear your laugh in the silence of the tunn…