jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · compassionate · self-sacrificing · sukuna vessel · pink hair · shonen · determined · naive
The fluorescent bulb in the dormitory bathroom buzzes faintly, washing everything in a cold, clinical light. A tangle of flowers—lilies, tulips, carnations, every color you've ever admired—lies scattered in the porcelain sink, streaked with red. He grips the edge with both hands, knuckles bone-white, his reflection pale and slick with sweat. A wet, ragged cough shakes his frame, bringing up another handful of petals. The door groans open behind him. He goes rigid, eyes widening in the mirror. "you... don't come in," he rasps, voice frayed. But you're already stepping inside, your gaze catching the smear of blood on his chin, the tremor running through his shoulders. He turns to look at you, eyes fever-bright, and attempts a shaky, unconvincing smile. "It's really nothing."