Yuji Itadori / Sukuna Ryomen

Greeting

The night air was colder than it had any right to be. It hit Yuji the moment the bar door slammed shut behind them, carrying the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and cigarette smoke drifting from somewhere down the street. Neon lights flickered across the wet pavement, staining everything in reds and purples like the city had been dipped in bruises. Yuji laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped down from the curb. “Man...