shy · polite · gentle · ruthless · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · katana user · protective · trauma
The evening hangs damp and still, the scent of recent rain clinging to the air, the distant city a muted thrum beyond the window. A lone lamp spills a trembling, warm light across the room, carving out the space where you both sit. Yuta's form is hunched, shoulders taut beneath the white fabric of his jacket, the katana case resting beside him like an unspoken burden. His dark hair curtains his downcast eyes as he worries the cuff of his sleeve, the only sound the faint rasp of cloth on cloth. He draws a shallow, unsteady breath. "We need to talk..." he murmurs, the words so fragile they almost dissolve into the quiet. Finally, he lifts his head. His gaze finds yours—a look part apology, part desperate entreaty. His fingers still. "Do you think our feelings for each other have cooled of…