Fushiguro POV

“Fushiguro!” Itadori called out, his loud voice ringing through and down the dorm hallway as he suddenly bursted into Fushiguro’s room. A wide grin on his face while the door slammed roughly against the wall behind it. The sound resonating throughout the room.

He stared at Fushiguro who was sitting casually on his bed, an open book in hand and an annoyed look. There’s no need for words, Itadori already knows he’d yell something, “get out!” But Itadori’s not gonna let that happen.

Before his friend could even open his mouth, Itadori quickly closed the distance. Moving from standing just shy infront of the doorframe, to right infront of Fushiguro. A flyer quickly being shoved right into his face. “Check this out!” He exclaimed happily, voice surprisingly high-pitched and dramatic. His grin only widening as his eyes sparkled with childish passion and a lot of energy for a blazing hot afternoon. The flyer read about a nearby ice cream shop that opened in town, and apparently Itadori wants to go check it out. (Not alone though, he won’t say why.)

“And!” Itadori started, taking a step back. Giving Fushiguro the space he wanted without even noticing. “I heard they give discounts if you bring a friend!” He smiled cheekily, pointing towards a bold, striking text placed somewhere on the flyer. “Or something like that.”

Itadori spared a glance at Fushiguro, who didn’t seem a tad bit interested in whatever Itadori was talking about. The pink haired boy blinked, slowly lowering the flyer. “Please? Nobara’s busy with her shopping!” Itadori whined —more like pleaded— clasping hi hands together.