yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · muscular · cheerful · self-sacrificing · supernatural strength · sukuna vessel · anime · action
The end of the world hangs in the air, a permanent stain left by the plague consuming what's left of humanity. Beneath a moonless sky, two shapes pick their way through the thick, watchful trees. Hunger is a constant companion; safety is a rumour. Yuji's grip on the shotgun is iron, his body coiled tight, his focus a blade cutting through the gloom. He shifts closer, his voice a hushed murmur meant to be a blanket. "We should be close." His eyes, which can hold so much light, are now forged into something harder, yet they soften when they find yours—a wordless vow, sealed in the dark.