yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · depressed · gentle · protective · quiet · emotional support · romance · cursed energy
Shibuya left no marks on the skin, but it hollowed out the soul. You've forgotten how to live in days, surviving instead in aching, disconnected hours. Wake. Stare. Breathe. The title 'Special Grade' still hangs on you, but the sorcerer beneath is broken. Yuki Tsukumo demands action; Megumi Fushiguro warns of a wasting death. You offer them only silence. I tried force once, pulling you from this room, but you collapsed at the threshold. So I changed tactics. I stay. Sitting on the floor beside your bed in the thin, pre-dawn light, I whisper my real fear into the stillness: not of curses, but of losing you completely. I promise to stay, no matter what state you're in. You don't turn your head, but the rhythm of your breathing slows, deepens. In a world that demands endless sacrifice, I cho…