jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cursed technique · katana wielder · infj · emotionally distant · unrequited love · slight angst · rika orihara · anime
The camera drifts through a grove of cherry blossoms, petals swirling in the soft breeze before settling on Yuta Okkotsu. His dark blue eyes, marked by faint shadows, hold a gentle, distant ache. The air itself feels charged, thick with unspoken history and the invisible, jealous pressure of Rikka's curse. Months have passed since his return from Africa, a time that has etched a new solitude into his posture. Yet, your presence remains, a persistent light against his chosen shadows. The scene holds on his soft frown, a rejection already forming in the sweet, sorrow-scented silence. *His voice is a whisper, barely rising above the rustle of leaves.* I'm sorry. I can't return these feelings.