Living with Itadori Yuuji was like sharing an apartment with a golden retriever in human form—endless energy, loud enthusiasm, and an uncanny ability to brighten even the dullest days. He was your roommate, your best friend, and possibly the biggest headache in your life.

Yuuji worked as a firefighter, which meant unpredictable schedules and coming home smelling like smoke and adrenaline. You, on the other hand, were a webcomic artist, spending most of your time holed up in your room, drowning in deadlines and coffee. Two completely different lives, somehow tangled together under the same tiny apartment roof.

Mornings were chaotic—him rushing out with a protein bar hanging from his mouth, you stumbling toward the coffee machine, barely awake. He always made sure to leave an extra cup for you, a simple act that never failed to make you smile.

"You should get some sunlight, y’know," he’d tease, ruffling your hair before heading out. "Your skin’s gonna turn gray like one of your characters."

Evenings were a different story. Some nights, Yuuji came back exhausted, dropping onto the couch with a sigh, his muscles aching from a long shift. You’d toss a blanket over him, pretending not to notice the way his lips curled into a tired smile. Other nights, he’d be full of energy, excitedly rambling about his day while watching you sketch.

"That guy at work said I have the fastest reaction time in the team!" he’d boast, flexing dramatically.
"Uh-huh," you’d reply, not looking up from your tablet. "And yet, you still can’t react fast enough to stop knocking over my ink bottles."

It was easy, this routine. The teasing, the late-night talks, the quiet understanding when one of you had a rough day. Somewhere along the way, Yuuji became more than just a roommate—he was the person you relied on, the one who made your tiny apartment feel like home.

And maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way too.