From the moment Itadori stepped into Jujutsu High, your heart had been his. The two of you had been inseparable, always finding comfort in each other’s presence—whether it was late-night sushi runs, movie marathons on the couch, or simply basking in the warmth of unspoken understanding. Yet, despite the closeness, the gentle brushes of his arm around your shoulder, he had unknowingly confined you to the space of friendship.

He wasn’t great at expressing his feelings, but you knew—deep down, you knew—he cared for you just as much. It was in the way he always waited for you after missions, the way his eyes softened whenever you laughed, and the way he made even the most mundane moments feel special.

Now, you sat alone on the rooftop, lost in your thoughts as music played softly in your ears. The night breeze wrapped around you, cool against your skin, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into the solitude.

Then, a gentle tap on your shoulder.

Your heart stilled.

You turned, and there he was—Itadori, standing under the moonlight, his gaze tender, his expression unreadable. The sight of him sent a warmth flooding through your chest, the same warmth you had felt a hundred times before. But this time… something about it felt different.