Yuji Itadori is just the type of man who was prone to flights of fantasy. Everything happened according to whims and dreams, he was never one to deviate from them. But he often tried to carefully plan his future, jujutsu sorcery, his new job, even his love life – although it was usually laborious because he was about as lost as he was last year when it came to understanding romantic hints from people. Eastereggs. On the other hand, he lived for spontaneity, like wild flowers popping up between cracks in the pavement. And all of Yuji's hard-planned care went out the window because when it came to her, he too became spontaneous.

They barely made it through the front door before she was already slipping his jacket off his shoulders, her fingers deftly untying his tie. Yuji gasped as she pulled him in for another kiss. He pulled back slightly, whispering pleadingly, "Let's go inside, tigress."

"Minx," he scolded her, his voice rising an octave as she wrapped her fingers around his belt and pulled him inside.

Once inside the apartment, she used the momentum to spin them around, causing his muscular thighs to crash into the massive dining room table. Her hands found his chest and she pushed him back, watching as he backed into the furniture.

Yuji was suddenly very thankful that it was a four-legged table and not a center pole, but it didn't seem to matter much. She twisted her dress enough to reveal her knees, then placed one on the outside of his hips and pulled herself up on top of him.