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A Night with Yuji Itadori	By : Ancam Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen, nor the characters from it (sadly). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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As the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, I slowly blinked awake, my mind still fuzzy with sleep and the remnants of a dream still clinging to its edges. It had not been a nightmare, not exactly, but it left me feeling a little unsettled all the same.
I could barely remember the details, just fragments, flashes of something dark and ancient, like a shadow that loomed just out of reach.
There had been eyes, I remembered that much — red, piercing and malevolent, watching me from the darkness. And a voice, low and mocking, though I could not recall the words. It felt like the owner of the voice knew me, like he was aware of my presence even though I did not truly see him.
There had been a sense of power there, something terrifying and overwhelming, but also distant, like a storm brewing far off in the horizon.
The images were vague, like glimpses of something I was not supposed to understand, and yet, they left an impression, a lingering unease that I could not quite shake off.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my chest, reminding myself that it had only been a dream.
I turned my head slowly, and there he was — Yuji, still fast asleep beside me.
His face looked so cute and peaceful, almost childlike, with the worries of the world momentarily erased. Watching him, I felt the tension ease, replaced by a deep sense of affection and safety.
The rise and fall of his chest was steady, and I could hear the soft sound of his breathing, so calm and serene. His tousled pink hair fell across his forehead, and I could not help but let a smile curl my lips at how completely relaxed he looked.
And then, the events of the previous day came rushing back to me, and the realization hit me once more: we were really together .
Yuji Itadori, the Jujutsu sorcerer, Sukuna’s vessel, the guy who had confessed his feelings to me just yesterday — was now my boyfriend.
I felt a mix of emotions swirl inside me — happiness, disbelief, and a little bit of nervous excitement. Everything felt surreal, but in the best possible way.
I took a moment to let it all sink in, my heart swelling with affection as I watched him sleep. There was something so comforting about being next to him, knowing that despite everything, we were still right here, with each other.
The world outside might be chaotic and dangerous, but here, in this quiet moment, everything felt perfectly right.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but as I did, Yuji stirred.
His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and for a brief second, he looked confused, just like I had been. Then, his gaze found mine, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face, lighting up his features in that way only Yuji could.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm, filled with a quiet joy that matched what I was feeling.
“Morning,” I whispered back, my heart skipping a beat as our eyes locked.
We stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other, giggling a little once in a while as we let the newness of our relationship settle in. There was so much to process, so much still left to figure out, but for now, it did not matter.
What mattered was that we were here, together, and that was enough.
Yuji reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending a warm shiver down my spine. His expression was soft, tender, and I could see the gratitude and happiness in his eyes.
“Girlfriend,” he mumbled out in a low voice, almost as if to himself, his smile widening just a bit.
“Boyfriend,” I concurred with a small chuckle, feeling a blush creep into my cheeks.
Yuji leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, and I felt my heart melt at the simple, affectionate gesture. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “For staying, for… everything.”
My chest tightened with emotion, and I could only nod, too overwhelmed to find the right words. This was all so new, so different from anything I had ever experienced, but I knew one thing for sure: I did not want to be anywhere else.
Yuji lifted his hand to my face, his fingers brushing softly against my cheek, tracing a path down to my jaw. The touch was tender, almost reverent, and it sent another shiver through me — not of anticipation, but of something deeper, something warm that settled into my very core.
There was a stillness in the air, a moment suspended in time as we simply looked at each other, taking in every detail, every little expression. Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Yuji leaned in again, and I closed the distance between us, our lips meeting in a kiss that was soft and unhurried.
It was a kiss that felt very different than any of the kisses we had shared before — there was no rush, no need to lose ourselves in the passion. Instead, it was slow, deliberate, a kiss that spoke of trust, of connection, of deep affection.
Yuji’s hand slid around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, and I could feel the sincerity in every movement, every gentle caress. My hands found their way to his warm and sturdy chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, and I knew, in that moment, that somehow, everything felt different between Yuji and I.
I suddenly felt myself notice every little detail about him.
His golden eyes, usually so lively and filled with mischief, were now soft and full of emotion, the kind of look that made me feel cherished, adored. His lips were gentle as they met mine, the kiss slow and unhurried, like he wanted to savor every second of it.
I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, mingling with the faint scent of something familiar and comforting — maybe it was the hint of his soap, or just the natural warmth of him, something uniquely Yuji.
The way he kissed me was different too — there was a tenderness, a care in the way he moved, like he was telling me without words how much I meant to him. His lips lingered on mine, and I could feel the sincerity behind each kiss, as if he was silently promising to be there, to love me, to protect me.
It was not about passion or desire — it was about connection, about the quiet, profound bond we had formed.
With every touch, every kiss, I felt a wave of warmth and affection wash over me, a sense of peace and contentment that settled deep in my chest.
Yuji’s hands cradled my face, his thumbs brushing gently across my skin as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. There was a small, soft smile on his lips, and his eyes sparkled with joy.
I could not help but smile back, feeling a rush of happiness and love that made my heart feel like it might burst. In this moment, everything just felt fucking right .
This was where I was meant to be, with him, in this quiet, beautiful morning, wrapped in the warmth of him.
I sighed out deeply when Yuji leaned in even closer only to start planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin on my neck.
Then, when he scooted himself even closer to me, his body pressed firmly against mine, and I felt a wave of tingling warmth spread through me. The heat of his skin against mine was intoxicating, and as he shifted, I could feel the unmistakable morning hardness of him brushing against my thigh.
The sensation sent a thrill through my entire body, igniting a deep, simmering desire that made my breath hitch.
His hands moved slowly beneath the covers, fingertips trailing softly over my skin in a way that felt almost reverent, like he was worshiping every inch of me.
Each touch was tender, deliberate, as if he was memorizing the way I felt under his fingers.
His hands glided over my waist, tracing the curve of my hips with a gentle, lingering caress that made my heart race. The warmth of his touch left a tingling sensation in its wake, a sweet ache that built with every movement.
Yuji took his time, exploring, savoring the feel of my body as his hands wandered lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I could not help but to sigh out in contentment at his touch felt light, yet filled with a kind of devotion that made my chest tighten with emotion.
The combination of his closeness, the feel of him against me, and the way his hands moved so intimately over my body sent gentle waves of pleasure through me. Every brush of his fingers, every gentle caress, made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered to him.
As Yuji’s lips soon trailed slowly down my collarbone, goosebumps spread over my skin, and my breath quickly grew shallow, each exhale shaky as his hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration, touching me in a way that was both incredibly loving and deeply sensual.
“Yuji, baby,” I whispered in a shaky breath, wanting for nothing more than for him to continue his loving caress. “Your touch, everything about you… You make me feel so fucking special.”
“You are my special,” he whispered lovingly, the vibrations of his voice humming deliciously into my ear, causing my stomach and heart to flutter like crazy, as if his words had awakened a thousand dormant butterflies within me that now came to life as if they had been waiting forever to hear those exact words from him.
I sighed out deeply when I felt his fingers brush over my chest, just over my heart, while he planted another trail of gentle kisses at the sensitive skin just below my earlobe, and I found myself pressing my body even closer to his, reveling in the feel of his warmth enveloping me even more.
And just as we were about to fully lose ourselves in the moment, there was a sudden, sharp knock on the door.
I gasped out, feeling my heart jump in surprise, and I felt Yuji freeze next to me, his lips still pressed lightly against my skin.
“Yuji!”
The unmistakable voice of his classmate Kugisaki suddenly called from the other side of the door, sounding both impatient and slightly annoyed. And to my great surprise, the door immediately cracked open just enough for her to peek in.
I felt a surge of panic shoot through me.
Before I could even fully register what was happening, my body reacted on instinct — I pushed myself away from Yuji, scrambling to put some distance between us.
The sheets tangled around me as I pulled them up, clutching them to my chest as if they could shield me from the embarrassment that was quickly flooding my system. My face burned with mortification at the thought of Kugisaki seeing us like this, making my stomach twist with anxiety.
However, Kugisaki just continued, seeming completely unfazed by the situation she had just interrupted.
“You need to get up, dude,” she groaned, her amber eyes resting on us for just a couple of seconds before her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “You promised to help us with the party over brunch, and you’re already late.”
Yuji groaned back at her, turning himself over to bury his face in the crook of my neck, his frustration palpable.
“Can’t it wait?” he mumbled, his voice muffled against my skin.
I could feel his reluctance, the way his body still pressed close to mine, as if he was trying to hold on to the moment for just a little longer.
Kugisaki, however, was having none of it.
“Nope!” she replied briskly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Fushiguro’s already getting grumpy, and you know how he gets when he’s hungry. So, get dressed and meet us in the kitchen in less than five!”
And with that, she pulled the door shut before either of us could protest, leaving us in a stunned silence.
I quickly remembered that I had to breathe, so I inhaled deeply, my eyes wide as they searched for Yuji’s, but he still had his face buried in my hair. I could not help but let out a soft laugh, the absurdity of the situation breaking the tension.
Yuji lifted his head, meeting my gaze with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “I guess that’s our cue,” he sighed, his voice tinged with regret.
“Yup,” I agreed, still smiling even though a part of me wished we could have just stayed in this moment a little longer.
Yuji leaned down, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to my lips before reluctantly pulling away.
“We’ll pick this up later,” he promised, his eyes twinkling with that familiar spark that made my belly tingle. But then, his eyes started shimmering with something I did not recognize, until he smiled a little curtly at me, his voice mixed with a hint of hopefulness. “Why don’t you come with me?”
I furrowed my brows at him.
Come… with him?
I opened my mouth to say something, but I hesitated, feeling a bit of awkwardness settle over me. The idea of sitting down with his friends, especially knowing that Fushiguro would be there, made me feel both nervous and awkward at the same time.
But seeing the hope shining from his eyes, and the innocence in his smile, I found myself nodding. “Okay,” I agreed, trying to smile despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “I’ll come.”
I knew that if I stayed behind, I would regret it.
At some point, I’m gonna have to face them. I can’t keep hiding in here forever.
We got dressed quickly, and as we made our way to the kitchen, I tried to push away the anxiety of looking into Fushiguro’s eyes again, focusing instead on the warmth of Yuji’s hand in mine.
But as soon as we stepped into the kitchen, my heart sank.
There, seated at the table right next to Fushiguro, was Gojo.
Fuck…
“Gojo-sensei!” Yuji yelled out, his voice filled with excitement while his entire face lit up.
Wait, hold up…
Sensei?!
My head whipped toward Yuji before whipping back to Gojo.
Gojo is their teacher?!
Gojo grinned widely as he turned to face Yuji and me, that mischievous smirk on his face as he took in the sight of us together.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up,” he said, his tone light and teasing, while he raised a knowing eyebrow at us under his blindfold. “Glad you made it in one piece. Brunch wouldn’t be the same without you two.”
He winked at me, and I felt my face flush crimson with embarrassment.
Yuji scratched the back of his head, chuckling a little. “Yeah, yeah. We’re here now,” he shot back in a chuckle, trying to sound nonchalant but not quite pulling it off.
Gojo’s grin only widened, his gaze flicking between the two of us.
I wanted to melt into the floor.
“So…” Gojo said, straightening himself up from his relaxed pose against the kitchen counter, tilting his head slightly at Yuji as if a thought had just occurred to him. “Did you invite her yet?”
Yuji blinked, momentarily seeming caught off guard. I could see his golden cheeks tinting with pink, and it made me feel a rush of intrigue swirl in my stomach.
Invite who?
Me?!
“Uh, no,” Yuji breathed, squeezing my hand as if out of instinct. “Not yet.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow, his grin turning almost sly as he turned his face in my direction.
“But she knows?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was about to tell Yuji off. But Yuji quickly breathed a short “yeah” before a shy smile crept over his lips.
I stared at him, trying to figure out what the actual fuck they were talking about.
But just as I was trying to wrap my head around Gojo’s cryptic questions and Yuji’s awkward response, Kugisaki suddenly blurted out: “Oh, thank god !”
Her voice was loud and full of such intense relief that it startled me.
Before I could even react, she slapped down a wooden spatula onto the kitchen counter with a force that made the entire room seem to vibrate from the impact. The loud crack of wood against wood echoed through the kitchen, making me jump a little in surprise.
Kugisaki then bent over, hands on her knees, as if she had just finished running a marathon.
She was breathing heavily, her shoulders rising and falling dramatically, and it looked like she was trying to catch her breath. It was like she had been holding something in for way too long, and now that it was finally out, she was on the verge of collapsing from the sheer relief of it all.
I blinked at her, completely thrown off by her reaction.
What is actually going on?!
Kugisaki straightened up after a moment, still looking a little winded. With a playful glare in Yuji’s direction, she huffed: "I’ve been bugging Yuji forever to tell you the truth! I was starting to think I’d have to do it myself!”
She crossed her arms, looking between us with a satisfied smirk.
Meanwhile, I just stood there, lips slightly parted, still trying to process everything — Gojo’s teasing, Yuji’s awkwardness, something about inviting me to something, and now Kugisaki’s dramatic display of relief.
It was like I was fresh out of the dryer and had just stepped into a whirlwind of emotions and secrets, and I was struggling to keep up with it all.
And then, my gaze naturally traveled to Fushiguro.
He was not looking at me — at least, not directly.
It was like he was content to let the others do the talking, while he silently observed everything, pretending to have his entire focus on the food in front of him.
There was something almost infuriatingly calm about him, as if he was completely unfazed by the madness happening around us. And that smirk on his lips — so subtle yet so telling — made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying watching me flounder in my confusion.
Fushiguro’s black and tousled hair fell slightly over his eyes, while his posture was relaxed, almost too relaxed, like he was completely in control of the situation, and he knew it.
It made him seem so full of himself, like he was secretly amused by my cluelessness, even if he was not about to say it out loud.
But then, I felt Yuji snake his arm around my waist, clearly sensing my inner turmoil, and I felt grateful for his support, feeling his warmth radiating off of his skin only to calm my insides a little.
And as the brunch chaos settled into a more organized frenzy, I found myself swept up in Yuji's world.
As we sat around the table, they talked about a party that they had planned for tonight — apparently, the entire school would be there, a rare chance to let loose between missions and training.
And to my surprise, Yuji spoke up excitedly: “I’d really love for you to be there. I want them to meet my girlfriend.”
The way he said it, with so much pride and joy, sent a warmth spreading through my chest.
I could not help but smile.
My heart fluttered at the word girlfriend . It still felt new and thrilling to hear him call me that, even in such a casual setting. I nodded, the idea of meeting all his friends both terrifying and exhilarating.
But with Yuji by my side, I felt a surge of confidence.
“I’d love to,” I replied, and his face lit up in that infectious way of his, his eyes bright and full of excitement.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity — between helping prepare food for the party and listening to the endless banter between Kugisaki and Fushiguro, I really started to feel more and more at ease around them all. There was a natural camaraderie here, one that I had seen Yuji thrive in, and now I was slowly becoming a part of it.
When evening came, and the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the school grounds, I found myself walking with Yuji toward a larger group gathered outside.
Laughter and chatter filled the air as students set up tables and decorations, the energy buzzing with excitement for the night ahead. Yuji held my hand the entire way, squeezing it gently, and I felt a sense of calm despite the nerves bubbling under the surface.
As the evening wore on, I realized I did not feel as out of place anymore.
Yuji’s world, with all its quirks and unexpected twists, was starting to feel a bit like mine, too.
And when I looked over at him, talking animatedly with Fushiguro and Gojo, his face alight with happiness, I knew I had made the right choice in staying by his side.
Maybe this was just the beginning, or maybe it was exactly where it needed to end for now.
Either way, standing there among new friends, holding onto Yuji’s hand and feeling his warmth beside me, I knew that whatever happened next, I was ready for it.
And for now, that was more than enough.
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Okay, I know that this chapter might feel rushed. And like some of you might have picked up, something happened within me while writing the last couple of chapters. My ADHD brain suddenly switched from a hyperfocus on Yuji to Megumi. And now I can’t stop!?! :O
I’m already quite deep in the Megumi story (actually I’ve already written 8 chapters), and even though I feel bad for leaving you guys here, I don’t wanna force myself to “stay with Yuji” now that Megumi is calling (so to speak).
So, I’m not saying that I’ll never come back to this thing - but it’s on a break for as long as I wanna be with Megumi :D Maybe I’ll come back, maybe I won’t.
But feel free to join me in Megumi land! It would make my day if you want to read that with me. It’s a story with an OC who is a Jujutsu Sorcerer herself and there’s just a teeny tiny bit more plot but, of course, as it is with me, there will be smut. Megumi’s just a little shy, you know? Gotta warm him up :3
Also, in this story I’m including the “frat party” that I was leading up to in the last chapter here, so make sure to join that one if you’d like to party at Jujutsu Tech ;)
Anyways, thanks for reading - and thank you all so much for all your love, comments, votes and such <3 I love you guys! <3
You’re my specials, all of you :D <3
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