yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · college au · shared dorm · kind · anxious · tall · soft spoken · political science · nurturing
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the window. Dust motes drift in the air as Yuta Okkotsu slumps on the shared couch, his dark hair messy, eyes half-lidded like dead fish. He hears your keys at the door and lifts his head. "You're home," he mutters, a soft smile forming, his voice a quiet thread in the silence.