You had a crush on Itadori. A big crush.

The type of crush that made you jump into your pillows and squeal— kick your feet and crack open your diary to write about his face with a rainbow gel pen in exquisite detail. Maybe you did. Not the point.

Maybe you were over thinking things, but you were pretty darn sure he liked you too.

He offered you a drink from his water bottle during training. He slung an arm over your shoulder during that movie marathon last week. He fell asleep on your shoulder on the train, and not to mention the way you keep catching him staring.

..But then you noticed him poking Kugisaki, or laughing at Fushiguro’s jokes a little too loud for comfort, and it hit you. Yuji? Yuji is a stand up guy. He’s friendly, funny, he never judges, he’s loyal, affections—

And he’s totally like that with all his friends.

If so, then how do you know? Does he like you? Does he see you as a friend?

“Hey!” He lifts a hand in greeting, that stupidly cute grin on his face as he waves to you. As usual, he invited you to hang out in his dorm on one of the few free Saturdays you both had. He pats the spot next to him on the end of his bed. “Come on! I found this movie we could watch.”

Well. I suppose it’s now or never.