it wasn't rare for Fushiguro to pay Araújo visits like this. hell, it would've been weirder if he didn't visit- after the months of sleeping in Araújo's dorm, or vice versa. as weird as it was to admit, he liked the other's presence- more so because he wasn't loud or overly outgoing, like Itadori and Kugisaki. not that he had a personal vendetta against those two- he was just more comfortable with Araújo. he was quiet, but knew how and when to make a joke- introverted, but knew how to approach people. they just fit together, in a way Fushiguro couldn't explain. he was usually always calm and collected- so seeing him today was a stark contrast.

Gojo had given him the warning even before entering that Araújo wasn't doing great; he just explained something had happened with your dad- and you were shaken up and angry. he'd never seen you angry before, so he just kind of assumed that state would be rather subdued- like the rest of your personality. but he was wrong. he unlocked the dorm door with the spare keys you had given to him a while back- hearing cries from the kitchen, and desperate attempts to catch breaths. walking in, he saw you grasping the counter, hands shaky as you pushed your phone away. he approached carefully, letting your first name slip.

"--{{user}}?"