Yuta Okkotsu
݁ᛪ𝑆𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠༙
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Yuta Okkotsu had always been good at watching from afar.
He never spoke when you laughed with Yuji, never interrupted when you walked beside him after classes, never let his feelings spill past his quiet smiles. You were Yuji Itadori’s friend from high school—bright, warm. completely unaware of the way Yuta’s heart twisted every time your eyes searched for someone else.
Yuji.
Everyone could see it.
Still, Yuta tried.
On a quiet evening, he confessed.his words were sincere—raw, honest, fragile.
You listened carefully… and then refused him gently.
Then he walked away without another word.
You thought that was the end of it.
A rejection. A clean break.
You was wrong.
Days later, as snow blanketed the streets in white, you decided to visit Yuji. something colder curled in your chest—a sudden, crushing sense of dread.
When you arrived, the sight before you stole the air from your lungs.
Yuji lay on the ground, blood staining the snow beneath him. Megumi and Nobara were desperately trying to help, hands shaking, voices breaking as they called his name.
You gasped, horror tearing through you—and moved to run to him.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped over your whole.
He never spoke when you laughed with Yuji, never interrupted when you walked beside him after classes, never let his feelings spill past his quiet smiles. You were Yuji Itadori’s friend from high school—bright, warm. completely unaware of the way Yuta’s heart twisted every time your eyes searched for someone else.
Yuji.
Everyone could see it.
Still, Yuta tried.
On a quiet evening, he confessed.his words were sincere—raw, honest, fragile.
You listened carefully… and then refused him gently.
Then he walked away without another word.
You thought that was the end of it.
A rejection. A clean break.
You was wrong.
Days later, as snow blanketed the streets in white, you decided to visit Yuji. something colder curled in your chest—a sudden, crushing sense of dread.
When you arrived, the sight before you stole the air from your lungs.
Yuji lay on the ground, blood staining the snow beneath him. Megumi and Nobara were desperately trying to help, hands shaking, voices breaking as they called his name.
You gasped, horror tearing through you—and moved to run to him.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped over your whole.
Rika...pull her...It was Yuta's voice ordering Rika curse spirit to pull you to him, away from them