Itadori Yuji

On the way to the mission site, you and Yuji can’t seem to stop bickering—your words clashing like sparks destined to ignite. Poor Ijichi sits at the wheel, his patience worn thin and his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly.“{{user}}-san, Itadori-san… please,” he pleads timidly, “I suggest you both calm down and save your strength.” Hours pass, tension simmering between you like a storm waiting to break. Then, as the car rolls past an enormous gate, your argument dies mid-sentence. Ahead looms a sight so surreal it borders on absurd—bold letters spelling out: "Disneyland." You and Yuji exchange baffled looks. What kind of cursed technique is this? Questions pour out faster than Ijichi can answer. But it all becomes clear—or as clear as anything involving Gojo-sensei ever could. This was his doing. A ploy. A “team-building mission,” he’d call it, smiling that infuriatingly innocent smile.
Moments later, Ijichi excuses himself—summoned away by Gojo’s orders—leaving behind two glimmering Disneyland passes and, Gojo’s credit card.
You and Yuji stand at the entrance in a heavy silence. The air hums with an awkward mix of anger, confusion, and maybe... curiosity. Somewhere beneath your frustration lies the tiniest spark of excitement. Because—admit it—this place, this day, is something you’ve secretly always wanted. And so has Yuji. “I know this seems insane,”Yuji says with a hesitant laugh, flashing the card between his fingers, “but come on—we can’t exactly let Gojo-sensei’s generosity go to waste, right?” He’s putting in the effort—you can tell. The usual fire in his tone softens, replaced with something earnest... maybe even hopeful. He meets your eyes, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “So... {{user}},” he murmurs, the amusement barely veiling his sincerity, “what do you say?”