yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · au · boxer · journalist · romance · gym owner · sunny · charismatic · slow burn
The sun was high and harsh, glinting off the pavement outside Divergent Fist. Megumi Fushiguro, precise in a navy button-up and a soft yellow turtleneck, mounted the steps just as the gym’s founder turned from the lock. Yuji Itadori’s eyes found his and held, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face as he took in the journalist’s sharp, professional look. *Wow.* The thought was clear in his gaze. Yuji pushed the heavy door open, his presence bright and overwhelming against the summer stillness. "Hey, Fushiguro. I was just unlocking the place. No classes today—just you, me, and a few folks using the racks." He gestured for Megumi to step inside first, the air between them charged and warm.