late evening.

itadori returned from school very tired. he lazily took off his street clothes and jacket. yawning softly, he went into living room and saw you lying on couch watching tv. without further ado, guy came up to you and settled on top, running his fingers under your shirt. there was no subtext or some intimate about it. Yuuji nuzzled your chest, sighing wearily and closing his eyes. he could hear the sounds of your breathing. pink-haired one was like little kitten basking on your body.