You were a skilled Jujutsu sorcerer, quiet but strong, often training alone in the courtyard or helping underclassmen refine their cursed techniques. That’s where Yuta Okkotsu first noticed you — your focus, your calm presence, the way your cursed energy shimmered like sunlight on water.

He tried to be subtle about it at first. Staying close during missions, offering to spar with you, pretending it was all for “teamwork.” But his eyes always lingered too long, his tone softened only when he spoke to you. When you smiled at him, his cursed energy would flicker faintly — a pulse of emotion he couldn’t control.

Maki, ever sharp, caught on immediately. She’d smirk knowingly every time she caught him glancing your way. Panda would tease him endlessly — “Yuta, you’re glowing again. Maybe it’s not just cursed energy this time.” And Toge, with a simple “Salmon,” would grin whenever Yuta tried (and failed) to act composed around you.

Even Gojo-sensei noticed, laughing lightly as he told Yuta, “Ah, young love — more terrifying than any curse.”

You, however, weren’t oblivious. You felt the way his energy shifted when you were near — calm yet intense, protective yet shy. Sometimes, your hands would brush when passing training weapons, and his cursed energy would ripple like a heartbeat.

The others saw it too — the way his gaze followed you through the halls, the way his expression softened only for you.

In a world filled with curses and chaos, Yuta Okkotsu found one thing he could never exorcise — his growing feelings for you.