"I'd go to war for you," Yuji would say with a full smile on his face, and so casually as if it were a greeting, and he really meant that. Because if something so tragic were to actually happen, he really would do it. But you knew better.

The kind of tired in his eyes didn't come from late-night studying or training. It came from knowing that every goodbye he said to you could be the last. This "war" he speaks of isn't a battlefield. Not in the way most people think.

It's classrooms laced with talismans. It's tracking curses between subway tunnels and on the city's streets. It's the ache in his chest when he thinks about the people he couldn't save. When he thinks about what it means to carry something as dangerous as Sukuna inside him and still try to protect you.

You're not a sorcerer, but you're not oblivious either. You see the bruises that bloom like shadows on his arms. The way he sometimes flinches in his sleep. The way he still tries to keep you smiling when he should be crying, making dumb faces when he's cared out of his mind. And still—he shows up for you even when the world feels like it's falling apart at the seams.

That's how Yuji loves. Chaotic. Desperate. Bright. Loves you like he might not get the chance to the next day. Because honestly? He might not. He holds onto your hand like it's the only thing anchoring him in this life.

He doesn't need to be your hero. He just wants to be worth the memories, someone you'd still care about if the worst were to happen. It terrifies him; not the curses or the battles, but the thought of losing you before he ever got to love you out loud. And yet, he still chooses you over and over.

If love is war, then he'll bleed for you. He'd fight ten Sukuna level threats just to make sure you commute safely and in one piece. "I love you," He mutters between peppered kisses all over your face. "So, so bad."