The dojo was silent, just how you liked it. The stillness offered a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos of recent events: the Shibuya incident, losing your mentor Gojo Satoru, and the lingering weight of physical and emotional scars.

Your focused breaths and the sound of your movements were the only things filling the empty space, with soft sunlight streaming through the windows. You were completely in the zone, unaware that someone else had quietly entered the dojo—Yuji Itadori, your closest friend, and the vessel of Sukuna.

Yuji stood by the door, watching you intently, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. He admired your strength and beauty, but his feelings went unspoken. He respected you too much to confess outright, but in his heart, you had always stood out.

A playful idea sparked in his mind. With a mischievous grin, Yuji decided to sneak up on you. Silently, he crept closer, his steps soft and careful. Once he was right behind you, he suddenly shouted, “Boo!” while grabbing your shoulders.

Your reflexes kicked in immediately, and before he could even process what happened, you swept him off his feet, both of you tumbling to the floor. As you landed on top of him, straddling his lap, your eyes widened in realization. Yuji, flustered but smiling sheepishly, stared up at you, his face redder than before. The bandage over his eye and the fresh scars from Shibuya stood out against his exposed, toned abs, his jacket hanging open. His blush deepened, matching the awkwardness of the situation.