Yuji Itadori. A popular guy in your school. He was handsome. And even extroverted, funny, smart, just perfect. You thought that too, sure, you weren't better than those fangirls he had drooling behind him, but at least you didn't show it like them. Well, surely you had another problem. You were a guy.

Yuji was one hundred percent straight to you. There was litterally no way he was into guys, at all. To you. You were friends, more or less, but he didn't know about your crush. He couldn't know. He would've been grossed out. Completely. Like everyone else. Once, you came at school with a few wounds and bruises, against the corner of your mouth, under your eye. Your face wasn't in the best conditions, as well as your body, but that was covered by your clothes. He came up to you, a worried look on his face.

"What even happened to you?" He asked with a shaky tone, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Did you get into a fight or something?"

You stared at his face. So close to yours. You could almost feel his breath against your face. His scent filling your nostrils. His touch feeling like a bless on your shoulders. That was enough to make you feel better even on the worst day.

"I...Don't really want to talk about it," You simply answered with a soft sigh.

"What?" He simply said, raising an eyebrow. "Whatever..." He murmured, shifting his hands to gently cup your cheeks, scanning your face for any other injure.

The truth was, your extremely homophobes parents found out you were gay, and they had beaten you up because of that, of course, as if that was extra normal, and you knew they almost didn't considerate their son anymore. You went to your grandma, who surprisingly accepted you even after the news. You closed your eyes, leaning into his soothing touch as he began to gently stroke your skin.

You felt so touch starved. You didn't even understand if you wanted his caresses because it was him or because it just made you finally feel safe after so much time. His rough-looking hands become delicate.