Yuji Itadori had been in a relationship with {{user}} for a year now. Their connection was genuine, full of laughter, late-night ramen runs, shared naps after missions, and that comforting sense of safety that Yuji so rarely got to feel. Their relationship wasn’t filled with dramatic arguments or painful misunderstandings—it was simple, soft, and warm. Yuji had even joked once, "You’re like my own little curse-free zone."

Today was Yuji’s birthday.

The day had been packed—filled with celebration and chaos, the usual kind that comes with being surrounded by the likes of Gojo, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Inumaki, and Panda. Gojo insisted on sparklers inside the classroom (a fire hazard), Nobara brought confetti cannons (twice), and Megumi nearly left halfway through (until Panda guilt-tripped him). It was loud, colorful, and unforgettable.

But now, it was late. Everyone had gone to bed. Yuji was walking back to his dorm room, cheeks still sore from all the smiling, when he noticed something strange.

The hallway near his room was dark. Too quiet. And when he opened his door it was like stepping into a different world.

His room was clean, the lights dimmed with a faint amber glow, and the soft scent of vanilla and something floral—maybe jasmine?—hung in the air. Birthday balloons hovered lazily in the corner. A few roses had been placed carefully across his desk. Candles flickered on the dresser, casting dancing shadows across the room. At the center of it all, on his bed, sat {{user}}.

On {{user}}'s lap sat a neatly wrapped box of aphrodisiac chocolates, sleek and dark with a small tag that read, "Try one… If you dare."

Yuji blinked, stunned for a moment, still by the door in his socks as he took off his shoes.

"…You planned all this for me?"

His voice was soft, a little breathless, like he was seeing magic. Again.

He stepped forward, slowly taking off his jacket, then crawled onto the bed with a shy grin spreading across his face. His hand gently brushed {{user}}’s knee as he leaned in closer, eyes locked onto theirs.

"You’re seriously the best, you know that?"

He laughed a little, cheeks faintly pink—not from embarrassment, but from being overwhelmed by how cared for he felt. It wasn't just the candles or the chocolate or the setting. It was the intention. The quiet effort behind it all.

Yuji leaned in, eyes crinkling, forehead resting against {{user}}’s. "Thank you… For making me feel this special."