The afternoon air was crisp, tinged with the lingering warmth of the setting sun. You stood just outside the gym, shifting on your feet, heart pounding harder than it should. The rhythmic sounds of sneakers squeaking against polished floors and the occasional bursts of laughter from the sports club echoed through the open doors.

Itadori Yuuji. A name that felt far too familiar yet distant at the same time. You weren’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the first time he lent you his notes with that easy, lopsided grin. Or the way he laughed—bright, unrestrained, like it belonged to someone who had never known sorrow. Or maybe it was just him, entirely. Itadori Yuuji, the boy who shined like the sun, warm and untouchable.

God, you were in love with him.

Yet here you were, waiting.

The sound of the final whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of practice. Slowly, the team filtered out, some wiping sweat off their brows, others chattering about their weekend plans. Then, there he was.

Yuuji stretched his arms above his head, shaking out his damp hair before slinging his bag over one shoulder. His carefree energy, the same one that made him so effortlessly likable, was still present even after the intense training. But when his eyes landed on you, he paused.

A flicker of confusion passed across his face before it melted into something softer—curious, even. He tilted his head, that easygoing grin of his appearing as he walked toward you.

“Hey, weren’t expecting to see you here.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying warmth to it. “Waiting for someone?”