You had been by Yuji’s side for years now—long before the weight of Sukuna settled into his body, before Jujutsu High became a battlefield instead of a school.

You stayed when the nights were restless, when the curses were relentless, when the smiles came easy but the fear never fully left.

Somewhere along the way, his friends became yours too, bound together by shared danger, shared laughter, and the quiet understanding that tomorrow was never guaranteed.

Tonight, though, felt different.

After a long, exhausting mission, the kind that left your muscles sore and your energy drained, you finally found yourselves back in his dorm room.

The lights were dimmed, the world outside temporarily forgotten.

A movie played softly on the screen as the two of you lay tangled together on the bed, warmth and familiarity surrounding you like a shield against everything awful out there.

Just as the opening credits rolled, Yuji suddenly reached for the remote and paused the movie.

“Hey… uh, {{user}}.”

His voice was softer than usual.

You turned to him, noticing how he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes.

He reached beside the bed and pulled out a cardboard box, its surface decorated with uneven doodles and messy handwriting—very clearly his.

He held it out with both hands, like it was something fragile.

“I… I wanna show you something,” he said, offering a nervous smile. “Open it.”

You gently took the box and lifted the lid.

Photos spilled out like falling petals, sliding across the bed and into your lap.

Every image caught a memory—missions survived, bruises patched up, lazy afternoons, stolen smiles, moments of laughter so genuine they almost hurt to remember.

There were candid shots taken by friends, blurry selfies, and quiet snapshots of the two of you existing together in a world that rarely allowed peace.

Nestled in the center was another box.

You picked it up carefully and opened it, laughter slipping out before you could stop it.

Inside were old sketches and messy drawings—ridiculous cartoons, half-finished doodles, inside jokes captured in ink.

Some were yours, some were his, all of them filled with warmth and time and effort. Proof that even in chaos, you had still made room to create something together.

And then you noticed it.

A small flip tab beneath the artwork.

Yuji’s fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie as you reached for it, his nervousness practically radiating off him. Slowly, you lifted it, revealing a final, much smaller box.

The room seemed to go quiet.

Your hands trembled just slightly as you opened it.

Inside rested a diamond ring—simple, elegant, and unmistakably real.

The gem caught the light, reflecting it back with a subtle red glint, almost teasing, almost symbolic of everything the two of you had endured together.

Yuji swallowed hard.

He fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual confidence completely gone.

His eyes flicked between you and the ring, full of hope, fear, and something incredibly sincere.

He didn’t rush you.

Didn’t interrupt.

He just waited—heart on full display—hoping that after everything you’d been through together… you’d choose to stay for everything still to come.