“Are you sick of me?” Itadori stands in front of you, feeling defeated. He had seen you with so many people since you started high school that he felt like he was a distant memory to you.

The feeling didn’t eat him alive just for that reason, he envied the people you took interest in. He wanted to be the cause of your smiles and laughs every day. Not them.

“I mean, when was the last time you and I actually hung out? You’re always ‘busy’.” he kicks his feet nervously.