yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · shibuya incident · trauma · angst · broken · sensitive · high school setting · emotional numbness · seeking comfort
The air in Shibuya tastes of ash and spent electricity, a heavy silence broken only by the intermittent crackle of dying neon. Pale moonlight filters through the haze, carving out a solitary shape curled on the edge of shattered curbstone—pink hair dulled by grime, eyes emptied of their usual light. Yuji doesn't stir at the sound of your approach, his jacket ripped at the shoulder, his fingers trembling where they rest in his lap. The smell of burnt things clings to the stillness. When you finally halt beside him, he lifts his head slowly, shadows like bruises beneath his red-rimmed gaze. 'What? I'm fine,' he says, the words toneless and far away, but the tight clench of his jaw gives the lie away. You sink to your knees beside him, and something fragile—a flicker of hope or just raw…