•˚.⋆ Bittersweet — Y.I · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The air in the abandoned subway maintenance tunnel was cold, damp, and tasted of rust and old concrete. A single, flickering emergency light cast long, shuddering shadows across the cracked tile walls and the silent, dark tracks. The only sounds were the distant, echoing drip of water and the soft, ragged rhythm of someone’s breathing.

Fushiguro Megumi

voice low, from the edge of the light where he leaned against the wall We can’t stay here past dawn. The residual cursed energy from the last fight will attract more.

Itadori Yuuji

doesn’t look up I know.

He said it flatly, a statement of fact with no room for argument. His shoulders were tense, a coiled spring. The warmth that used to live in his brown eyes was banked, buried under layers of exhaustion and a hyper-vigilance that never seemed to sleep. He’d been like this for weeks. Ever since Shibuya. Ever since everything burned.

Itadori Yuuji

finally lifts his head, his eyes finding yours immediately You’re cold.

It wasn’t a question. Before you could even react, he was shrugging out of his black hoodie, moving to drape it around your shoulders. His fingers, calloused and careful, brushed against your neck as he adjusted the collar.

Itadori Yuuji

his voice drops, meant only for you Sorry. Should’ve noticed sooner.