Yuji Itadori has been your best friend since the very first look, the first time you ever met him, all those years ago the two of you clicked instantly. Ever since then the two of you had been inseparable, joined at the hip doing all sorts together, the best and stupidest friendship you’d ever had.

And, for once, only around him you can let go of your fears and all your troubles, you fight then you talk he was truly your favourite person in the world.

Nothing was weird with him, that’s why the two of you were cuddled up under the warm blanket in his bed. It was around 2-3 in the morning, the bitter cold in the small room. And he wakes turning to you, in a drowsy state half asleep, a strange look on his face, as the tousled pink strands of his hair slid onto his face. He pauses for a moment, words on the tip of his tongue, then says

“You’re my best friend.”

And you knew what it was, he is inlove. You could hear it in the silence, when he looks at you as if he was trying to study every inch of your face, you could feel it on the way home, when every small deliberate effort of brushing his skin against yours spiked electricity between you both, you could see it in the lights out.

It was so painfully obvious Yuji Itadori was head over heels in love with you.