character: itadori_yuuji
1boy, solo, short hair, spiky hair, pink hair, undercut, brown eyes, facial mark, slit under eyes, open jacket, black jacket, red hood, dark pants, unfastened pants, bare belly, bloated belly, swollen stomach, fat belly, distended stomach, stuffing face, eating, messy eating, holding food, chopsticks, open mouth, cheeks bulging, frantic expression, hollow eyes, desperate, drool, sweat, crumbs, sauce on face, surrounded by food, mountains of dishes, stacked bowls, empty ramen bowls, food feast, bamboo steamers, meat bones, dumplings, cursed energy, supernatural aura, shadowy manifestation, hungry ghost miasma, indoors, tatami, mess, from above, three-quarter view
Viewed from a high three-quarters angle looking down, a young athletic teenage boy with spiky light pink hair, a dark shaved undercut, and twin curved scar-slits under his wide, bloodshot brown eyes is consumed by an insatiable, supernatural frenzy. His dark navy uniform jacket hangs completely unbuttoned and parted to both sides with its attached red hood bunched behind his nape, totally unable to cover his heavily distended, bloated spherical stomach that bulges outward from extreme overeating, resting with noticeable heft between his parted thighs over the strained, unfastened waist of his dark trousers. He sits sprawled flat on the tatami floor amidst an overwhelming wreckage of dining: towering, precarious stacks of empty ceramic ramen bowls, tipped-over bamboo steamer baskets, scattered porcelain plates, and picked-clean bone piles radiating in every direction. One grease-slicked hand aggressively jams a half-eaten pork bun into his gaping mouth while his other hand clutches wooden chopsticks poised rabidly over another steaming plate, cheeks painfully puffed and bulging with food as sauce and flecks of rice scatter across his chin. Clinging directly to his back and coiling possessively over his shoulders is the semi-translucent, ink-dark and bruised-violet silhouette of a hungry ghost, its vaporous, emaciated arms and gaping shadowy maw enveloping him in a chilling miasma that contrasts with his feverish, sweat-sheened skin. His wide eyes stare with frantic, hollow torment, driven by an unquenchable curse that leaves him starving no matter how much his taut belly swells. Warm, low-hanging paper lantern light catches the shiny, stretched surface of his bare gut and the oily broth splattered on the straw mats, while the eerie indigo glow of the curse casts cold rim-lighting along his jaw and neck; droplets of sauce drip mid-air from his trembling lips. Ravenous, grotesque gluttony.
Sep 27, 2026 12:50 PM