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A Night with Yuji Itadori	By : Ancam Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Okay, so just a heads up: this chapter contains so much fluff it might actually kill you :O Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, okay?
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“You’re gonna be fucking executed?!” I shrieked loudly, staring at Yuji with wide eyes while I panted, my heart pounding so wildly in my chest I thought it might explode any second now.
Yuji’s face was pale.
He looked at me with an expression I had never seen before — an almost desperate sadness, like he was caught between wanting to explain everything and knowing that no explanation could make it any better.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
It was like he was trying to find something, anything, that could soften the blow. But when he could not find anything, his gaze dropped to the ground as he sighed out deeply.
Yuji Ita- fucking -dori…
Not only had he told me that he was a Jujutsu sorcerer — a sorcerer, like, magic spells and shit, but APPARENTLY, this dude was also a motherfucking vessel for some sort of ancient demon king lord or something!?!
I had no idea what that meant, but supposedly, his plan was to keep eating these strange, cursed fingers — yes, fingers that are cursed — until some kind of higher people decided he had had enough, and then… they would just kill him? Like it was all some kind of countdown to his own execution?
I stared at him, my eyes searching his face like I was seeing him for the first time.
My gaze paused at the strange markings under his eyes.
My mind was racing, trying to piece together everything I had just learned, but I could not wrap my head around it. Meanwhile, my emotions were like a chaotic rollercoaster ride with no fucking seatbelt within me.
At first, there was shock, pure and absolute.
It felt like someone had just slapped me with a wet fish out of nowhere. My heart dropped, and my stomach did that weird flip-flop thing like when you realize you have forgotten something important, but on a much bigger scale.
I was in total disbelief.
And then, panic started to set in, a frantic buzzing in my chest.
My mind raced with questions.
What does this mean?
Is there any way to stop it?
Should I be doing something?
But underneath it all was this deep, gnawing sadness.
The thought of Yuji actually dying, of him being gone forever, hit me like a punch to the gut.
And all I could think about was… why?!
Oh right…
There was also this school.
The school that I was currently staying at, that I had thought was just a regular place, a bit far out of town, yes , but with regular students. But no, apparently, this was a magic school too, like something out of freaking Harry Potter. However, here students were trained to fight curses — like, actual, real-life curses!
And not the kind you hear about in old ghost stories, no, but, like, actual evil spirits or monsters or whatever they were.
How had I missed this?
Have I just been walking around freaking blindfolded this whole time?
My thoughts immediately raced to Gojo.
Gojo and his stupid blindfold.
And then my mind started doing something… It was as if pieces of some sort of puzzle that I did not know I was doing started falling into place inside my head, and I found myself gathering scattered images.
Gojo and his strangely piercing blue eyes under his blindfold.
The weird markings under Yuji’s eyes.
The big scar on Todo’s face.
The way that most of these people just all happened to be in such surprisingly great shape.
Eventually, I just stood there in front of Yuji, staring into space like someone had told me the sky was purple and that my shoes were made of marshmallows.
Overwhelmed?
Absolutely.
Mindblown?
Totally.
But mostly, I was thinking: How the fuck am I supposed to process the fact that my almost-boyfriend is a ticking time bomb with a curse for a roommate?!
Yuji finally found the strength to look at me, the pain in his eyes deepening as he saw how overwhelmed I was.
He swallowed hard, clearly struggling to find the right words.
After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice quiet and heavy with the weight of everything he was trying to carry.
"I know it’s fucked up," he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the ground before meeting mine again. "Honestly, it didn’t make much sense to me either in the beginning. One day I was just… I don’t know, living a normal life, and then out of nowhere, I’m thrown into this world of curses and sorcerers. I didn’t choose any of this…"
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine, as if trying to find a way to explain the impossible.
"When I first swallowed that finger — Sukuna’s finger — I didn’t know what would happen. I just wanted to save someone. I didn’t think about the consequences. And now… now I’m… I’m stuck with him inside me, and I have to keep going until… I want to keep going until…"
Yuji sighed out deeply, his broad shoulders slumping under the weight of it all.
The pain in his eyes was evident as he furrowed his brows at me.
"I’m sorry to tell you all of this, Miyu. I wish I could protect you from all of this shit, but… this is my life. This is me. I can’t keep…”  His voice wavered slightly, and he looked at me with a mixture of desperation and sadness.
“I know I’m being selfish, dragging you into all of this, and I’m fucking sorry! I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, I just… I didn’t know I was gonna fall for you like this.”
Yuji paused while my heart was doing somersaults in my chest.
“But, you know that you have a choice, right?” he said, his voice suddenly taking on a serious edge while he crossed his arms over his chest as if to protect his heart.
He nodded his head in the direction of the door.
“Right now, Miyu, you can choose to walk out that door and forget about it all. You can leave and forget about everything I’ve told you… Go live your life. I’d totally understand if you want to.”
Yuji’s gaze dropped and he lowered his chin to his chest, sighing out deeply.
It made me sad to see how strong he tried to appear to me, how he put on a brave front as he stood there, while I could also see the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, the way they shimmered just slightly, betraying the depth of what he was feeling.
He wanted me to know I had a choice, that I could walk away and reclaim the normal life I had known before meeting him. But in those same golden brown eyes, it was clear that another part of him desperately hoped I would not, that I would choose to stay, despite everything.
The conflict in his gaze was almost too much to bear — like he was offering me freedom from all of this crazy shit but silently praying that I would choose him instead.
“Yuji…” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to answer him, but I was so overwhelmed by all the thoughts and emotions swirling inside of me that I only managed to say his name.
As soon as his name left my lips, Yuji’s arms fell down to his sides and his lips tightened into a straight line, and he looked nervous all of a sudden.
Yuji started rambling.
“It’s just…” he mumbled, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been so fucking caught up with death in my life that I… There was just this point where I decided that, from now on, I’m gonna focus on life instead of death. Like, how do I wanna live my life, you know?”
My head felt dizzy as I just stood there, mouth open.
“And then, BAM, out of fucking nowhere, I meet you, and everything about you just makes me…” he rambled on, before he hesitated a little, his gaze meeting mine. “Like, I wanna have you in my life, you know?”
I could feel my head spinning more and more as Yuji kept talking, his words piling up on top of everything else I was trying to process.
It was too much — way too much.
The confession that he had fallen for me, that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, would have been overwhelming on its own, but now it was tangled up with the revelation that he was a Jujutsu sorcerer, that he was in some secret society sect thing fighting curses, and that he was the vessel for an ancient demon king.
And then, there was the part where he might be executed someday.
I felt like my brain was trying to hit the brakes so hard that I was almost fucking giving myself whiplash.
“Yuji…” I stammered out again, my eyes fluttering shut in order to prevent my brain from shutting off completely due to overstimulation. “Please…”
I heard him shift a little awkwardly on his feet in front of me.
“Please what?” he whispered and I felt his hand reaching out for mine.
"Please, just… stop talking!" I finally blurted out, my voice shaky as I held up a hand.
"I need a second," I said, before rubbing my temples as if that would somehow help me think more clearly.
My voice softened as I looked at him, seeing the conflict in his eyes, knowing that he wanted to give me space but was probably terrified of what that space would mean.
But Yuji did give me space.
After a long shower, where I let my thoughts and emotions run through me while almost crying my eyes out, I slowly felt like something inside of me started to settle, like the fog lifting after a storm.
The initial shock was still there, but it started to dull as I took each piece of information, one at a time, and tried to fit it into some kind of sense.
Curses are real?
People actually fight them, risking their lives every day?
It was like something out of a horror movie or a nightmare, but knowing Yuji was a part of it, I realized I could not just dismiss it as fiction. It was terrifying, and the thought of him in constant danger made my heart ache with worry.
And the biggest bombshell of all?
Sukuna.
Yuji was not just fighting curses — he was the vessel for the King of Curses.
The idea of it was almost too much to bear, like the ground had shifted beneath me.
But as I thought about it more, I realized that even with this unimaginable burden, Yuji was still the same person I cared about.
He was still kind, still funny, still… Yuji.
And that was something I hoped that I could hold onto, something that would not change, no matter what else did.
The fear of losing him, though, that was the hardest part.
The knowledge that there was a countdown on his life, that one day he might be executed for something he had no control over — it tore at me.
I know that we’re all gonna die someday, okay?
It’s just… I don’t want him to die.
I want him in my life too.
And as that thought wavered through me, softening something inside of me, I felt a strange sense of calm settle over me, like I was finally starting to come to terms with the reality of this insane situation.
It was still overwhelming, still scary as hell, but I knew now that I was not going to run away.
I could not.
Not from him, not from us.
Because underneath all the fear and confusion, I knew one thing for certain: I did not want Yuji out of my life.
I took a deep breath, as I looked back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling a new resolve building inside me.
Whatever this was — this insane, terrifying, overwhelming new reality — I was going to face it with him. I did not have all the answers yet, and I was still scared, but I knew I could not just walk away. I cared about him too much for that.
And when I finally returned to his room, Yuji sat there waiting for me on the edge of his bed with his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low.
He looked so different from the Yuji I knew — like all the fight had been drained out of him. His shoulders were slumped, and his body language screamed defeat, as if the burden he was carrying had finally become too much.
For a moment, he did not even notice I was there.
He just stared at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. But then, sensing my presence, he slowly lifted his head and looked up at me.
His eyes were what struck me the most.
They were tired, worn down by everything he had been through, but there was also such a raw vulnerability twinkling from them, a silent plea for comfort, for reassurance that things might somehow be okay. Yuji watched me closely as I stepped towards him, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope, waiting for whatever I was about to say.
I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he was bracing himself for the worst.
But as I looked at him, all I could think about was how much I did not want to lose him.
I sat down on the bed next to him.
“Yuji, this is… a lot,” I started my voice soft but surprisingly steady. “A lot more than I ever expected or even knew was possible. I’m still so confused, and honestly, I’m fucking scared. Everything you’ve told me… it’s overwhelming, and I don’t know if I’ll ever fully understand it all."
I saw the flicker of sadness in his eyes, like he was preparing himself for me to walk away. But I quickly continued, not wanting him to misunderstand. "But even with all of that, even with the fear and confusion, there’s one thing I know for sure — I wanna keep seeing you. I, uh… heh, I want you to be my boyfriend."
Yuji’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat.
I could see the disbelief in his expression, like he had not dared to hope for this outcome.
His lips parted as if to say something, but I was not finished yet.
"I need time to get used to all of this, okay?" I admitted, a small, shaky smile playing on my lips. "I’m not gonna pretend I’m okay with everything right now because I’m not. But I wanna try. I wanna figure it out, like, together, with you. Because… you’re still you, and… I care about you. So, I’m not gonna leave."
As the words left my mouth, I watched the impact they had on him.
Yuji’s eyes softened while I spoke, and he looked at me with such raw emotion that it took my breath away. He soon started blinking rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up, but one managed to slip free, tracing a slow path down his cheek.
He tried to speak, but his voice cracked, so instead, he just nodded, a shaky smile forming on his lips. " Fuck… ” he finally managed to breathe out, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say. I never thought… Like, I didn’t think you’d wanna stay after all of this."
Seeing him so vulnerable, so touched by my words, made my heart ache in the best possible way.
I reached out and gently wiped the tear from his cheek, my own eyes stinging with the threat of tears.
"I’m still here,” I tried to smile at him, but my lips just twitched into a strange curl, and I could not help but to let out a nervous chuckle.
Yuji nodded at me again, his brows furrowing, unable to find the right words, but the look in his eyes said everything. There was gratitude, relief, and something deeper — something that told me he wanted me to be here just as much as I did.
And then, Yuji suddenly moved, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
It was as if he could not hold back anymore, like he needed to feel that I was really there, that I was not going to disappear on him.  The force of his hug nearly took my breath away, but I did not mind.  I just wrapped my arms around him just as tightly, feeling the tension in his body slowly start to melt away.
We sat there for a while, holding each other, letting the silence wrap around us like a protective cocoon.
The world outside completely faded away, leaving just the two of us in this moment.
I could feel his heart beating against mine, fast and strong, and the warmth of his embrace grounded me in a way that words could not.
For a long while, we did not move.
His grip on me tightened every so often, like he was afraid that if he let go, everything would fall apart. I buried my face in his shoulder, taking in the familiar scent of him, the comfort it brought me.
Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Yuji leaned his head down so that his lips were close to my ear.
His voice was soft, almost trembling, as he whispered: "Thank you."
There was so much emotion packed into those two words — relief, gratitude, and something deeper, something that spoke of how much he wanted this, how much he wanted me.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, feeling my heart swell with so much warmth and affection that it felt like I was running a fever.
I felt Yuji’s grip on me loosen just slightly, and before I could react, he pulled back enough to look at me. His eyes, which had been so full of sorrow just moments ago, suddenly lit up with a spark of excitement.
It was like a switch had flipped inside him, and that familiar, boyish energy of his came rushing back all at once.
Without warning, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered: "I can’t fucking believe it! You’re my girlfriend now!"
His voice was filled with an almost childlike wonder, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was real. He sounded so genuinely amazed, like this was the best thing that had happened to him in ages, despite everything else we had just talked about.
I could not help but to blurt out a laugh, feeling both surprised, nervous and flattered all of a sudden.
Yuji pulled back again, just enough to look at me, and the smile that spread across his face was pure joy. His eyes were bright, practically glowing with happiness, and there was a sparkle in them that made my heart skip a beat.
It was the kind of smile that could light up a room, wide and infectious, and it made him look like his usual, carefree self — only now there was an extra layer of warmth and affection that made it even more special.
"I can’t wait to tell the others!" he almost shrieked, his excitement seemingly bubbling over.
He laughed, a sound so full of life that it made me laugh too, despite everything.
His eyes were shining with pure delight, his happiness so genuine and unfiltered that it was impossible not to get swept up in it.
Yuji looked at me with so much affection and  I felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over me.
Seeing him so genuinely thrilled about us being together, so proud almost, made me feel like the heavy weight of everything that had happened was momentarily lifted, replaced by this pure, uncomplicated joy.
I watched him smile, his eyes sparkling with a kind of happiness I had not noticed in him before, and it made me feel lighter than I had in years. Or maybe ever.
I felt happy — truly, deeply happy.
It was a kind of happiness that started in my chest and spread outward, making me feel giddy, silly and ticklish.
Despite the craziness of everything else, this one simple truth — being with Yuji — it just felt right.
But more than that, it made me feel like I was really becoming a part of his world — a world that, despite all its dangers and uncertainties, felt a little less scary now that we were facing it together.
I could feel my own excitement building, a quiet but steady joy that filled me with anticipation for whatever was to come. This was new and a little overwhelming, but it was also something beautiful and full of potential.  As the joy and excitement of being together began to settle between us, the room felt warmer, more intimate.
We were still wrapped up in each other’s arms, our bodies close, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
His smile softened, and his golden brown eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of affection and longing.
Slowly, almost as if he was giving me a chance to pull away if I wanted to, Yuji leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving mine.
I could feel the anticipation building, my heart pounding in my chest and my belly tingling, and then, finally, our lips met in a kiss that was soft and tender at first, but quickly deepened as we both gave in to the emotions we now knew that we shared.
The kiss was everything — sweet, passionate, and it felt like a promise, like an affirmation of everything we had just confessed to each other.
His hands gently cupped my face, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the intensity of his feelings in the way he kissed me, like he was pouring everything he could not say into that single moment.
One kiss turned into another, and soon we were lost in each other. The air between us quickly grew thick with desire, and before long, we found ourselves moving together, slowly shedding the last of our barriers — both physical and emotional.
Our movements were unhurried, almost reverent, as we explored this new territory together as a couple.
Every touch, every kiss, felt like a new discovery, and the closeness between us deepened with every passing second. It was tender, but there was also a loving fire between us, a passion that could not be ignored. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies responding deliciously to each other in a way that felt both natural and inevitable.
When we finally came together, it was with a sense of rightness that made everything else disappear.  Yuji whispered my name as he filled me with his seed, and I cried out his name too, feeling like he was filling me with his love too.
Afterward, we lay together, our bodies still entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
The room was quiet, but it was a peaceful silence, one filled with the warmth and contentment of just being together.
I rested my head on Yuji’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
There was no need for words.
The peace that settled over us as we lay there was enough. I could feel his hand gently stroking my hair, his breathing slow and even, and I knew he was just as content as I was.
The weight of the world outside our little bubble seemed distant, unimportant compared to this moment of pure tranquility. As we drifted off to sleep together, I felt a deep sense of security and love, knowing that whatever challenges awaited us, we would face them together.
And with that thought, I allowed myself to relax completely, falling into a happy and peaceful, dreamless sleep in Yuji’s strong arms.
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