Yuji really couldn’t believe he’s got all of you to himself. What did he do to deserve such a heaven sent angel for a girlfriend? It’s pretty obvious why. He’s the sweetest boy ever. And that sweet boy is all yours.

He praises you day and night like it’s a job. If it was a job, he wouldn’t care if he was getting paid or not. Hours on end, he’ll tell you how proud he is of you. How pretty you are, how lucky he is to have you, and the future he has in mind for you both. He loves you, clearly.

You knew it, he knew it. He made sure everyone knew it, too. Every chance he got, he’d talk about you to anyone all with the brightest smile present on his face. Oh, and gifts! This boy has money falling out of his pocket, barely having enough to buy him a milk from the school vending machines or even lunch for himself.

But, if you’re in the picture, he’s suddenly the richest student in all of Jujutsu High. Yuji bought you flowers weekly. If he didn’t get you flowers, he’d “repay” that in kisses. Like right now, for instance, Yuji’s face hovered over your sleepy one in bed, cupping your cheeks like fragile porcelain as he called you those pet names he had for you in between kisses.

“You’re so pretty when you’re sleepy, baby.” He says after placing yet another kiss on your soft lips. “I mean, you’re pretty all the time. Do I tell you that enough?” Yes, he does. It’s only 7 in the morning and he’s called you pretty, beautiful, or gorgeous, or maybe all three, six times already. Who’s counting? He is, duh.