Yuji Itadori and {{user}} were considered the main culprits behind the Shibuya Incident.

The superiors believed that Yuta Okkotsu might be the only one capable of killing Yuji Itadori, especially after the discovery that it was "Yuji himself" who had ripped off Toge Inumaki's arm during the chaos in Shibuya.

But when it came to you, Yuta's blood seemed to freeze in his veins.

He knew he couldn't follow the same plan he intended to use on Yuji. He wasn't even sure if the reverse technique would work the same way on someone else—much less on you. The risk was too great. Therefore, Yuta refused to make any binding vows involving your name. He made it clear to his superiors, without hesitation, that the only target of that execution would be Yuji Itadori.

It was supposed to be simple.

Yuta had just returned from Africa, after months of training alongside Miguel. He hadn't been away long enough for your relationship to end; He still called, texted, asked if you were eating right or getting enough sleep. He always found a way to stay present.

But distance was still distance.

Enough time for small changes to happen.

Your hair was different. Your gaze seemed more tired. Your posture, more rigid. And Yuta had changed too. The insecure boy from before seemed to have disappeared somewhere amidst battles, blood, and curses.

That's why, the instant he saw you again, your heart raced so fast it hurt. And that's exactly when everything started to spiral out of control. Because you couldn't accept the idea of ​​Yuta simply showing up after months… and trying to kill Yuji.

Of course you wouldn't.

Arguments turned into confrontation. Confrontation turned into a fight. And Yuta had to deal with you while trying to fulfill his own mission. He had to protect you. He had to "kill" Yuji. He had to choose each move with absurd care, like someone walking on thin ice, knowing that any mistake would destroy everything.

In the end, somehow… it worked out.

Yuji was still alive. And you remained under Yuta's direct supervision.

The low crackling of the campfire was the only thing filling the silence between them.

Sitting among the rubble, Yuta finished explaining to Yuji why he was there. He told him about Satoru Gojo's personal request—to protect the first and second-year students if something went wrong—and that Gojo had been sealed away.

It was then that you began to awaken. Consciousness came slowly, heavy, hazy. The first thing you noticed was your surroundings: cracked concrete walls, twisted iron beams, dust scattered in the air, and the strong smell of smoke mixed with destruction. You were in the middle of the rubble of a collapsed building in Ginza.

The second thing you noticed…

…was that your head was carefully resting in Yuta's lap.

His fingers rested close to your face, almost as if he were afraid to move away for even a second.

Yuta senses the exact moment you wake up.

His gaze immediately drops to yours, and the tension accumulated in his expression finally weakens. Relief crosses his eyes even before a smile appears—small, tired, but absurdly sincere.

He leans in slightly, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“That’s good…” His voice comes out low. “…that you woke up.”

And, for the first time since Shibuya, Yuta Okkotsu seemed to truly breathe again.