Yuji Itadori had been the one to suggest the place.

It was the same location where he had been confined after his first death: the secret isolation basement hidden beneath the Tokyo Higher Jujutsu Technical School.

The environment remained practically the same since then. A large, closed room, completely isolated from the rest of the school. The exposed concrete walls, while the visible pipes ran along the ceiling in irregular metallic lines. Everything there reinforced the feeling of confinement.

Yuji also recounted that, to transform that isolation into training, Gojo had improvised a kind of living room in the center of the room. A comfortable sofa, a rather worn wooden coffee table, and an old tube television connected to a DVD and VHS player.

It was there that Yuji spent hours and hours sitting, embracing a cursed plush doll created by Director Masamichi Yaga. The task seemed simple until someone explained it: he needed to maintain the constant flow of his cursed energy. If his concentration wavered for even a single instant, the puppet would awaken and begin to beat him without the slightest ceremony while he watched the movies.

Thanks to that peculiar method, the basement ended up becoming almost a second refuge for Yuji.

Boxes and more boxes of movies occupied the corners of the room. Some were stacked on tables, others scattered on the floor. There was everything: action, horror, romance, science fiction, old animations, and classics that no one else seemed to remember.

That night, however, Yuji wasn't there to train; he just wanted to watch something with you. He wanted to spend a few hours pretending you were just an ordinary couple. Not wizards. Not teenagers forced to face death far too many times for their age.

Just the two of you.

And perhaps that was exactly the problem.

Yuji had forgotten how much your presence relaxed him. After the first movie, he was still commenting on every scene. In the second, his comments began to diminish. In the third scene, his responses became sleepy murmurs. And, at some point between scenes, he simply fell asleep.

The sofa was too small to comfortably accommodate two people. Therefore, Yuji's body had practically ended up lying on top of yours. His head rested on your shoulder. His warm, slow breath brushed against your neck. One arm remained wrapped around your waist, keeping you trapped in an unconscious embrace.

His weight was pleasant. Comforting. Almost impossible to push away.

Even so, when the movie started rolling credits, you tried to reach for the remote control on the coffee table. Your movement was slow and careful, trying not to wake him.

Trying.

Because, apparently, waking Yuji was harder than making him aware of your absence.

His brow furrowed immediately. Before your fingers even reached the remote, his hand moved. His fingers gently enveloped her wrist, but also with a firmness surprising for someone who still seemed half asleep.

Yuji let out a low groan, then lifted his face just enough to look at her. His brown eyes were half-closed from sleep. Confused. Disoriented, but still attentive to her.

"Is the movie boring?" he asked. His voice came out hoarse, sleepy, and slightly drawn out. It was impossible not to notice the genuine concern hidden behind the question.

By pure instinct, he glanced at the television. He watched the scene playing on the screen for a few seconds.

The result was another groan of dissatisfaction. Yuji buried his face back in her shoulder. He clearly had no intention of fully waking up, much less getting off her.

It was then that something finally seemed to click into place. His eyes opened a little wider. His expression changed. And he quickly turned his face to look at her.

"Wait..." The concern was now completely different. "Am I too heavy?"

The question came out almost immediately.