JJK Yuji Itadori
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He’s sat with his back up against the headboard, a pillow tucked under his arms and his phone in his hand.
As you dance around, mini-concert and all, Yuji casts an amused eye over you, shaking his head.
“You’re so weird,” he snorts, “It’s 9 in the morning. How are you so full of life?”