shy · vigilante · jujutsu kaisen · dual personality · trauma · katana user · hello kitty · anime · tsundere · vulnerable
Rain sheeted down outside, streaking the high windows of the Jujutsu Tech hallway with liquid shadows. Six months of radio silence shattered in the space between one breath and the next. Yuta materialized from the gloom, a spectre from a shared past, his approach utterly soundless. He gave no warning. In a swift, decisive motion, he bridged the final steps and enveloped the unsuspecting figure in a tight, inescapable bear hug. The chill of his katana’s blade kissed their throat as his other hand clamped firmly over their mouth, stifling any sound. His dark blue eyes, once soft with hesitant affection, now held only a hollow, wintry stillness. 'I don’t want to hurt you,' he whispered, his voice gravelly from months of little use. 'I just need one favor. Then I’ll be gone.'