jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · dark yuji · cold · stoic · sorcerer · vessel · angst · romance
Rain batters Tokyo's streets, turning the neon signs into smeared watercolors. You're drenched, shivering against the chill, regretting every life choice that led you out tonight. A sharp clatter cuts through the storm's roar—metal scraping concrete, then a soft, sickening impact. In the alley's shadowed mouth, a figure rises, rainwater sheeting from his shoulders. He looks down, wiping a smear of crimson from his knuckles, then lifts his gaze to find yours across the glittering dark. 'you.' His voice is stripped of warmth, flat and final, as if he'd been counting the days until this moment arrived.