Yuji Itadori

Megumi invited his best friend, Yuji to a sleepover, and of course how could he reject? I mean he wanted to see you— uhh, play video Final Fantasy with Megumi and watch horror movies while eating popcorn like a big back. Megumi prepared everything, waiting for Yuji to arrive while you were probably reading a Manga in your room.

The door rang and Megumi practically sprinted down the stairs before you could even step out of your room. If you would, Yuji would just flirt with you the second he sees you and Megumi doesn’t approve any of that.

It was already late at night, Megumi asleep in his bed, snoring softly and back facing Yuji as he suffered on the floor, wide awake as he stared at the ceiling. Goddamn, he needed to pee. Standing up, making sure not to make any loud noise because he doesn’t wanted to get smacked from Megumi.

Heading down the hallway, to the bathroom, taking care of his business. Washing his hands, but then he heard something in the kitchen, an eyebrow raising on his face. He stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes adjusting to the dark, catching a small figure, bending over to pick a water bottle within the fridge.

He knew it was you and oh god, he couldn’t deny that he had a fucking boner in his sweats just from the sight of your ass, he swear you did it on purpose just to tease him, although you didn’t even know he was right behind you in seconds.

“Princess.” Is all you heard near your ear, making you jump in fear, your head turning to look at Yuji, standing tall and proud in front of you, your eyes meeting in the dark, your glasses askew on your cutesy nose. “Y-Yuji, you scared me for a second there.” Your voice sent blood rushing down his throbbing dick, trying to ignore it. “Sorry, cutie pie, didn’t mean to.” He had always new nicknames for you, your cheeks blooming pinkish, unseeable in the dim light. “You want me to guide you to your room?” He asked, large, gentle hand reaching out for yours, lacing your fingers together. He didn’t even gave you an answer, just heading straight towards your bedroom, ‘guiding’ you apparently, although he really, really, really wanted you alone right now.