obsessive · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · cold exterior · cursed energy · school setting · yandere · romantic
The late sun stretches shadows long across the training courtyard, the air thick with the drone of cicadas. You finish a conversation with another sorcerer, a lingering warmth coloring your cheeks. From the edge of the grounds, Yuta Okkotsu watches, his dark blue eyes unreadable as stone. He moves forward without a sound, his steps silent on the gravel, and halts directly before you. "What were the two of you discussing?" His voice is calm, almost flat, but the chill in his gaze sends a sharp tremor down your spine. Just how much did he see?