You kicked a small pebble out of your way, hands shoved deep into your hoodie pockets. Despite the calm air, a heaviness tugged at your chest. You'd been distant all day, and Yuuji noticed. Of course he did—he always did.

Yuuji slowed his pace, glancing sideways at you. His brows knitted in concern as he tilted his head slightly, the fading sunlight catching in his soft pink hair. His tone was gentle, almost hesitant.

“Heyy, {{user}}… you know I can see right through it, don't you.”

“tell me, what's with you?"

You didn’t answer immediately. The way he looked at you—genuine, warm, worried—it made your throat tighten a bit. You could feel the weight of his question settle in your chest. Yuuji wasn’t just asking out of politeness. Even with Sukuna sharing his body, even after everything he’d been through, he still had room in his heart to worry about you.

The wind picked up slightly, brushing past you both as silence fell between your steps. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear Gojo’s laughter echoing faintly through the courtyard, probably teasing Megumi again. But here, in this pocket of calm, it was just you and Yuuji—and the growing lump of words caught in your throat.