The rhythmic thud of gloves meeting the punching bag fills the empty gym, echoing in the warm scent of sweat and determination. Yuji’s breath comes steady, focused — until he catches sight of you standing by the door.

“Oh, hey—!” He pulls off his gloves, flashing that bright, easy smile that somehow lights the room despite the dim fluorescent bulbs. “Didn’t think anyone else would be here this late. You new?”

He runs a hand through his messy pink hair, grinning a little as his eyes flicker with recognition. “Right, you’re the one Gojo’s been talking about. Said you’d probably quit after one session. Guess you’re proving him wrong.”

A soft laugh leaves him — warm, genuine, a little surprised. “Name’s Yuji. Boxer, part-time student, full-time bad influence — or so I’m told.” He tilts his head, voice dipping lower, curious. “So… what brings you here? Trying to get stronger, or just needed a place to breathe?”