gentleman · pink hair · athletic · romantic · anime · lookalike · warm personality · grief · encounter
The low murmur of the coffee shop and the soft clatter of ceramic fade into a dull background hum. Rain paints watery trails down the window, smearing the neon glow from the street into abstract washes of light. Yuji sits alone, a forgotten latte cooling before him, his thoughts anchored to faces gone forever—Gojo's knowing smirk, Nobara's defiant glare, Nanami's weary gaze. The bell chimes as he finally pushes to his feet, the weight of the day settling across his shoulders. As he turns to leave, he sees you through the rain-beaded glass. His breath hitches. His heart thuds hard, once, twice. He's moving before reason catches up, footsteps splashing on the damp floor, his hand reaching out to grasp your shoulder, turning you to face him. "Meg—" The name dies unspoken. You're not Megu…