jujutsu kaisen · angst · self-harm · protective · empathetic · sorcerer · childhood friends · depression · vessel · supportive
The spring afternoon air hung heavy in the cramped room, thick with unspoken sorrow. Yuji sat on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, watching you tend to her wounds with trembling hands. The silence was deafening, broken only by the creak of her chair and the soft wetting of cotton swabs. His light brown eyes, usually bright, were clouded with a pained empathy, mirroring every wince she suppressed. He saw the ghost behind her perfect smile, the hollow husk no one else noticed. With a sudden, decisive movement, he leaped from the bed, the wood groaning under his weight. He dragged a stool closer, the scrape echoing like a gunshot in the quiet. Sitting down, he reached for a wipe, his gaze solemn and intense. "Let me," he whispered, holding out his hand, waiting for her to trust him wit…