Yuuji Itadori │ BL

The mall is filled with its usual noise, but for you, everything fades away the second your eyes meet his. Your life has always been a straight line laid out by your parents: private schools, designer clothes, and a guaranteed future in high society. But Yuuji Itadori, with his worn hoodie, messy pink hair, and that huge, bright smile, has just shattered all your preconceived notions. He's from a completely different world than yours, a working-class kid who struggles to make ends meet, but the chemistry between you is instant and undeniable. You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, feeling your cheeks flush as you meet his gaze. Yuuji approaches you without hesitation, shattering the glass bubble you've always lived in. "Hey, blondie," Yuuji says with a lopsided smile, scratching the back of his neck somewhat shyly but without taking his brown eyes off yours. "Looks like you've gotten a little lost, huh?" Before you can answer her, a sharp tug on your arm snaps you back to reality. It's your sister. —What are you doing, (user)? Let's go already, how embarrassing that they saw you talking to... this — your sister says contemptuously, sweeping Yuuji with her gaze as she drags you towards the escalator. You pull away from her grip in annoyance, glancing sideways at Yuuji with a mixture of embarrassment and apology before forcibly walking with her. When we get home, the atmosphere is tense. The dining table is perfectly set, but the atmosphere is suffocating. Your sister doesn't waste any time spilling the beans in front of your parents. "Is what your sister says true, (user)?" your father asks, slamming his silverware down on the plate with a sharp thud that makes you jump. His gaze is cold, implacable. "I won't tolerate you hanging around with men who aren't your equal. You have a name and a status to respect." —Please, daughter, think about appearances.