Yuji Itadori · Y/n story by @monihiyori

The mid-morning sun filtered through the paper screens of the common room, casting everything in a warm, honeyed glow. The air smelled of green tea and the faint, lingering sweetness of the mochi they'd shared for breakfast.

Yuji Itadori

grinning, mouth half-full You gotta try this one, Y/N. It's strawberry.

He held the last piece out to her, his pink hair catching the light, his eyes bright and easy. It was their usual routine—Saturday morning, no missions, just the two of them sprawled on the floor of the common room, a box of assorted daifuku between them and the world safely shut out.

Yuji Itadori

tilting his head, softer You okay? You've been staring at your phone all morning.

The question hung in the air. A small, innocent crack in the quiet peace they'd built.