shy · polite · gentle · ruthless · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · katana user · protective · trauma
The evening air hangs heavy between you, thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant hum of the city. A single lamp casts a warm, trembling glow across the room, illuminating the space where you both sit. Yuta's silhouette is hunched, his shoulders tight beneath his white jacket, the katana case at his side a silent weight. His dark hair falls forward, obscuring his eyes as he fidgets with the cuff of his sleeve, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric. He takes a shallow breath, the air catching in his throat. "We need to talk..." he murmurs, the words barely audible, laced with a fragility that cuts through the quiet. He finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze with a look that's half-apology, half-desperate plea. His fingers still, and he holds your eyes for a moment, s…