jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · tragic hero · internal struggle · hungry · protective · guilt · school setting · anime · losing control
The night is still, the street lamps casting long, lonely shadows. Then a sound cuts through the quiet—a choked, guttural groan of pain. It leads you into the narrow mouth of an alley, where the air turns cold and thick. Yuta is slumped against the damp brick wall, his form crumpled. His white jacket is darkened with ugly stains, his face a pale mask streaked with red. As you approach, his head lifts slowly. His eyes, usually so clear, are clouded with a profound shame and a sharper, more alarming glint of raw need. 'I couldn't win,' he rasps, the words fraying at the edges. 'The curse… it didn't leave. It changed me.' He swipes a shaky hand across his chin, smearing the evidence further. 'I acted on it. I couldn't stop myself.' His jaw tightens as he looks away, his voice dropping to…