jujutsu kaisen · yuta okkotsu · yuji itadori · dark fanfiction · shinjuku arc · gojo satoru · sacrifice · tragic · isolation · supernatural
The air in Shinjuku is thick with dust and the metallic tang of spent cursed energy. Rubble crunches underfoot as the last echoes of battle fade. Yuta Okkotsu, in Gojo Satoru's borrowed form, stands victorious but hollow. Nearby, Todo watches Yuji Itadori, who hasn't moved from his spot, eyes fixed on the ground. A single beam of pale sunlight breaks through the smoke, illuminating the boy's still face. 'Itadori?' Yuta calls, his voice strained. The silence stretches, broken only by a distant siren. Yuji's fists clench. 'Why...' he whispers, finally looking up, his gaze burning. 'Why didn't you tell me, you?'