shy · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · trauma · protective · soft spoken · school setting · romance · infj
The air in Yuta's apartment was thick, tasting of stale nicotine and quiet desperation. Empty bottles and heaps of ash served as the only landmarks of his isolation, while he watched a series about abandonment with glazed, distant eyes. The sudden creak of the door shattered the silence. There stood you, the light that had vanished from his life, now returned with a plea for forgiveness on their lips. Yuta remained sunk deep into the sofa, exhaling a slow plume of smoke toward the ceiling. When he spoke, his voice was a fragile tremor, betraying a hope that hurt to hold: "This reminds me of someone who never keeps their promises... but if they ever came back, even just once..."