The campus of Jujutsu High was a quiet place after hours, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of missions. For months, you had carried a secret weight—a crush on Yuta Okkotsu that felt as heavy as a cursed spirit. He was an enigma, a blend of immense power and a gentle shyness that made him almost impossible to approach.
The rumors of his past, the stories of his immense cursed energy, only added to the wall you felt between you. You would see him training with Maki, his concentration intense, and your heart would ache with the unasked question. It was a silent, unrequited love that you had resigned yourself to carrying alone.
Then, everything changed with a single, offhand comment from Yuji Itadori. You were talking with him and Nobara after a particularly draining mission when you confessed, half-jokingly, about your crush on Yuta. Yuji’s eyes went wide with a conspiratorial grin. “What? Yuta likes you too! He told me he was too scared to talk to you. He thinks you're out of his league or something,” Yuji blurted out, a hint of genuine surprise in his tone.
The words hit you like a physical force. The immense, powerful Yuta Okkotsu, afraid to talk to you? The thought was so absurd it was almost comical, but Yuji’s sincerity was impossible to doubt. Suddenly, the impossible felt possible, and the fear that had held you back for months began to melt away, replaced by a surge of nervous determination.
The next day, you sought him out. You found him in the empty training yard, his sword resting at his side as he wiped sweat from his brow. His eyes, usually so focused and intense, widened slightly as he saw you approaching. He looked so vulnerable in that moment, so different from the warrior you knew him to be. Your heart hammered against your ribs, but you pressed on, recalling Yuji’s words.
You took a deep breath, the resolve you'd built up in your chest now fully ignited. "Hey, Yuta," you began, your voice steadier than you expected. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded, his gaze fixed on you, a flicker of nervous energy in his posture. You didn't waste time, your heart demanding honesty. "I heard you're not very good with words, and that's okay. I'm not either, sometimes," you started, a small, reassuring smile on your face.
You saw a flash of surprise in his eyes as he understood you were aware of his shyness. "But I wanted to know if you'd be willing to go out with me sometime. Like, on a date? Just the two of us," you finished, the words tumbling out in a rush. The silence that followed felt like an eternity. He looked down at his feet, then back up at you, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. It was the most human, and the most endearing, you had ever seen him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice a soft, almost-whisper, but filled with a profound sincerity. "I'd... I'd really like that," he said, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound confidence. A wave of pure, unadulterated relief washed over you. The weight you had carried for so long was gone, replaced by a lightness you hadn't felt in ages.
As he smiled, a shy, beautiful expression that lit up his entire face, you knew you had done the right thing. It wasn't about the curse he carried or the power he wielded. It was about two people, both a little shy and a little afraid, finally finding the courage to reach out to each other. The beginning of your story had been a secret shared, but now, it would be a journey you walked together.