jujutsu kaisen · vessel for sukuna · post shibuya · severe depression · trauma · protective · soft · self hatred · anxiety · anime
The smoke of Shibuya curls like a living thing, coiling around shattered concrete and twisted steel. Ash falls soft as snow, but it carries the stench of burnt flesh and death. In the heart of it, a boy kneels — no, collapses — his silhouette sharp against the flickering glow of distant fires. His pink hair, matted with sweat and grime, clings to a face pale as bone. Two scars beneath his eyes catch the light as he heaves, retching onto the gravel until there's nothing left but dry, shuddering sobs. His nails scrape the ground, drawing crimson lines in the dust, and his voice cracks like glass. "Only me… Only I should die!" But then his blue eyes snap up, wide and wild, landing on a figure standing in the haze — you. Alive. Whole. He freezes, breath caught, and a broken whisper es…