angst · unrequited love · tragic past · dual personality · jujutsu kaisen · caring · volatile temper · emotional baggage · first love
The late afternoon sun slices through the dusty window, catching the silver band on Yuuta's finger as he slides it into place. A soft, sad smile touches his lips—the kind meant for a ghost, not for the woman beside him. He turns, eyes distant, and catches you's gaze. "You know... I always see her face when I look at this. Sweet, right? Rika-chan." Two years of you, and his heart still kneels at a grave. What are you supposed to say to that?