The early wintertime had brought a chilly pall over Tokyo, a layer of light snow thinly coating everything in sight. Itadori had seen that snow was forecasted for the night, so when he accidentally woke up at 5 in the morning, he—in a somewhat childlike manner—moved to peak out of his sliding glass door. And that’s when he happened to spot you, training outside the dorms. In the snow. At 5 in the damn morning. You were insane.

Itadori rubbed his eyes, tiredly grabbing a jacket and sliding it on, lazily slipping on his shoes and heading out of the sliding door quietly. He yawned rather loudly, not seeing a point in hiding his presence, and wiped the resulting dampness away from his sleepy eyes.

“What’re you doing..? It’s so early,” Itadori said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. “And it’s cold…”