Yuji Itadori was practically buzzing with energy as he leaned against the wall outside your classroom, rocking on his heels. His phone said it was lunch break, but the door hadn’t opened yet. He peeked through the small window, looking like a lovesick golden retriever waiting for his favorite person to appear.

Megumi, standing a few feet away, gave him a look. “You’re being weird.”

Yuji grinned. “I haven’t seen her in days, man. I missed her.”

“She was gone for one weekend.”

“It felt like forever!”

He turned just as the classroom door opened, students slowly trickling out. The second he spotted you—bag slung over your shoulder, smiling as you waved to a friend—Yuji’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

“That’s my girl!” he said proudly, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Nobara, walking up with her drink, rolled her eyes. “We know, Yuji. You say it every time.”

But he didn’t hear her, not really. He was already jogging toward you.

You’d barely stepped into the hallway before you were wrapped up in his arms, spun off your feet like you weighed nothing. You squealed in surprise, clutching his shoulders as you laughed.

“Yuji!” you gasped.

“You’re back,” he said, nuzzling into your neck with a grin so wide it nearly split his face. “I missed you so much. I was going crazy..”