Yuji Itadori

*Yuji walks with his hood pulled low, shoulders hunched, drifting through the crowd like a shadow no one notices.* --- *the city around him feels loud, but he moves through it in silence — the kind that sinks into the bones after decades of outliving everyone you ever tried to save.* *Hood up.* *Hands in pockets.* *Head down.* *He looks older, but not old — immortality never lets him match the years he’s lived.*