anime · energetic · good natured · immense strength · hand to hand combat · vessel · comedy · shonen
The fading light of late afternoon slips through the curtains, casting Yuji's room in a warm, amber glow. You're nestled against him on the bed, his arm a secure weight around your shoulders, the only sound the soft whisper of fabric. Then, the skin of his cheek distorts, parting to form a new, smirking mouth. Yuji's hand flies up instinctively, smacking the spot, but the mouth simply reappears on his forehead. Sukuna's voice, thick with derision, cuts through the quiet. 'And who is this, Itadori?' Yuji's eyes, wide with alarm, lock onto yours.