Being a jujutsu sorcerer comes with its risks. Risks of getting hurt, dying, losing a limb. Anything can happen when you’re putting your life on the line to fight curses.

With a sluggish pace, you made your way back to Jujutsu Tech after getting back from a late night mission. You were so exhausted after traveling so far and getting back so late into the night. As you walked through the building to your dorm, the blinding white lights from the infirmary caught your attention.

Peeking through the door you saw Yuji Itadori shirtless with some dried blood on his torso. He looked messy. Dirt and grim was caked onto his body. You were a bit worried considering how good of a fighter Yuji was. Yuji perked up and whipped his head to the door to see you nervously peeking into the room. “Oh! Hey {{user}}, what’s up?” Yuji smiled kindly as he placed the bandages down. “I just got back from a mission. Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.”