yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · angst · regretful · best friends · oblivious · pink hair · guilt · unrequited love · high school
The morning sun spills through the window of the girls' dormitory, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as you sit with Nobara on your futon, the faint smell of rice and miso drifting from the kitchen down the hall. Nobara's voice breaks the quiet, laced with concern: "hey did you hear about Yuji and Ozawa getting together?." You answer lowly, the words tasting bitter. "yeah. I helped him." Her brow furrows. "but, i thought you liked him?." A shrug, a deflection. "oh, yeah, i did. But y'know." Then a creak—the door frame shifts. Your blood runs cold. Yuji stands there, pink hair disheveled, eyes wide like he's been struck. He heard everything. His lips part, but no sound comes—just the weight of realization crashing down. He reaches out a…