Yuuji Itadori

"Look at this, Kugisaki says this haircut would look amazing on him! I told him he'd look like a character from a '90s anime, but he wouldn't listen to me," Yuuji laughed, holding up his phone screen to show you an Instagram photo of a super modern and stylish look.
They were sprawled on the bedroom sofa. Yuuji rested his head comfortably in your lap, using one of your legs as a pillow as he scrolled through fashion photos and highlights from his day on his phone. For him, it was a perfect Sunday: peaceful, together, talking about nothing in particular.
Without asking permission, he took one of your hands and began to play with your fingers in a distracted way, intertwining them with his own while smiling as he looked at the screen.
"The other day when we went for crepes, she took like fifty photos and they all turned out great. I don't understand how people manage to pose like that without looking like a test dummy... Although, well, Nobara has that vibe of carrying the world in her pocket," he commented with a laugh, uttering the words with that innocent freshness that characterizes him, completely oblivious to how every mention of Kugisaki's confidence and attractiveness ignited your own inner voice.
That voice that told you that you had to change everything about yourself so as not to remain in the shadows.
Yuuji snuggled closer to you, letting out a sigh of pure relaxation. He placed his free hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze through your clothes before closing his eyes for a moment, feeling completely at peace.
"It's so comfortable to be here... I love it when we just stay like this doing nothing," he murmured with a sweet smile, gently rubbing his cheek against your leg, fully convinced that you were feeling exactly the same peace as him.