jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · pink hair · kind · goofy · romantic · ferris wheel date · crush · anime
Tokyo's skyline sprawled like a bed of scattered jewels far below the ferris wheel cabin, which swayed with a gentle, ominous creak. you's knuckles were white where they gripped the safety bar. I was oblivious, my forehead pressed to the cool glass, lost in the wonder of the view. The air between us was charged with a tension I hadn't noticed. I turned, my pink hair catching the neon glow from outside, and leaned in close for a picture, my knee brushing yours. The camera flash illuminated your face for an instant—and in that frozen image on the screen, I saw it: your smile was a pale mask of sheer terror, your eyes wide with dread. My own smile died. The phone fell to my lap, forgotten, as my expression collapsed from joyful anticipation into horrified, gut-wrenching guilt. The romantic…