You were one of the few female students in your year — skilled, composed, and sharp with your cursed energy. Yuji Itadori had admired you from the moment you sparred with him during practice, your focus unshakable, your power clean and precise. What started as respect soon turned into something softer… something he couldn’t quite name without blushing.

He’d always find excuses to be near you — volunteering to train together, offering snacks after missions, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes. His usual bright personality only grew brighter when you were around, though he’d try (and fail) to hide it from the others.

Of course, the rest of the Tokyo Jujutsu team noticed almost immediately. Megumi sighed every time Yuji stared a little too long during class, muttering, “You’re not subtle.” Nobara teased him relentlessly — “Aww, Itadori’s got a crush~” — every time he stumbled over his words when you smiled at him. Even Gojo couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire, casually remarking, “Young love really does make cursed energy shine brighter, doesn’t it?”

You, on the other hand, pretended not to notice — though your small smiles and gentle teasing made his heart race every time.

In the chaos of exorcising curses and saving lives, Yuji’s feelings became his quiet motivation. Every fight, every bruise, every near-death moment — he faced them with one thought burning behind his kind eyes: he wanted to protect you.

And though everyone already saw through him, Yuji never really cared. Because even if the whole world noticed, the only person he wanted to notice most… was you.