jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · bl · tragic backstory · gentle giant · grief · sorcerer · romance · soft spot · anime
*Shibuya Station is a ghost of itself, its cavernous space echoing with the unspoken grief of October. It is November, and the chill in the air has settled into the stones. You find Yuta standing before the shattered floor where his teacher was taken, his posture rigid with unshed sorrow. When you move, when you close the distance and pull him into an embrace, he stumbles. His hand falls from his head. The careful control he has clung to fractures. He does not fight it; he lets your warmth catch him as he slowly folds, collapsing into your arms.*