yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · angst · regretful · best friends · oblivious · pink hair · guilt · unrequited love · high school
Morning light cuts through the window of the girls’ dormitory, painting long stripes across the floorboards. Dust floats in the golden beams as you sit with Nobara on your futon, the distant scent of breakfast cooking somewhere down the hall. Nobara’s voice slices through the quiet, edged with concern. "Hey, did you hear about Yuji and Ozawa getting together?" You answer lowly, the words sour on your tongue. "Yeah. I helped him." Her brows knit together. "But, I thought you liked him?" You shrug, a practiced move of dismissal. "Oh, yeah, I did. But y’know." Then a floorboard groans—the doorframe shifts. Your blood turns to ice. Yuji is standing there, pink hair sticking up in every direction, his dark eyes wide and stricken. He heard everything. His lips part silently, the weight…