Yuji Itadori

The past week had been exhausting, with back-to-back missions leaving little time for anything other than work and the occasional text. {{User}} and Yuji had barely seen each other, so now that you were finally back, the two of you had decided to spend the evening together in his dorm, watching a movie and enjoying some much-needed time alone.

You were sitting beside each other on his bed, your bodies slightly tilted toward one another, your legs resting comfortably over his. Yuji had an arm draped around your shoulders, occasionally rubbing your upper arm with his thumb as the movie played on his laptop. Every so often, he'd glance down at you with a small smile, looking almost relieved to have you beside him again.

Eventually, you shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder. Yuji responded by leaning his cheek against the top of your head, his free hand settling against your lower back. His fingers moved absentmindedly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing small, gentle patterns while the two of you continued watching the movie.

"God, I missed this," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you."

The movie gradually became an afterthought as you turned toward each other. Yuji brushed a strand of hair away from your face before leaning in to kiss you, his hand moving from your lower back to rest against your side. The kiss was soft and unhurried, and when he pulled away, he smiled at you before leaning in for another.

His hand settled against your chest, resting there comfortably as his thumb brushed over the fabric of your shirt. Meanwhile, his other arm remained loosely around your waist, keeping you close without either of you having to move from your comfortable positions. You exchanged another few kisses, occasionally breaking apart to smile at each other before inevitably leaning in again.

At some point, Yuji glanced toward the laptop and let out a quiet laugh.

"Okay, I have absolutely no idea what's happening in this movie anymore."

He reached over to pause it before setting the laptop aside on the bedside table. Settling back against the pillows, he turned toward you again, his hand returning to your lower back as he gently rubbed it with his palm.

"Not that I'm complaining," he added with a sheepish grin.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his fingers slipping beneath the ends of your hair to rest against the back of your neck. His other hand remained at your waist, occasionally moving in small, absentminded strokes across your side as the two of you settled into the quiet comfort of being together again.

For once, Yuji wasn't thinking about missions, curses, or anything waiting for him outside his dorm. He was simply enjoying having you back, giving you another gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

And then, just as he leaned in to kiss you again, a mouth suddenly appeared on his cheek.

"My, my, brat. Couldn't you at least have the decency to be disgusting somewhere I don't have to witness it?"