━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | ❝ oh, itadori. gojo-sensei's gonna kill you if he finds out you like his sister. ❞
▬▬▬▬ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵: yuuji itadori falls for his pretty white-haired classmate at his school on sendai, not knowing she's a gojo. ;)
❝ i do...
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—the sun had barely begun to filter through the windows of the room when yuji stood at the door, hesitating for a moment before entering. his heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands felt awkward at his sides. he had heard about what happened to sayuri from his gojo-sensei, shoko-san, and nanami-sensei, heard how she had broken down, how scared she had been.
nanami had told him to let satoru talk to sayuri first. for they had something private to talk about, and yuji did listen to his nanami-sensei for he respected satoru's wishes. so, yuji waited all night in case sayuri might need someone other than his gojo-sensei.
yuji waited, so that he'd be the first to come to sayuri if she needed any help.
this was his first time seeing her since then, and the thought of what she had gone through made his chest tighten. he pushed the door open quietly, stepping into the room. sayuri lay on the bed, her body curled slightly on its side, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused, staring at nothing in particular.
yuji's breath caught at the sight of her. she looked fragile—so unlike the strong, fierce person he had always known. the bandages wrapped around her arms and the dark circles under her eyes made it all feel too real. she was here, alive, but the weight of what she had gone through lingered in the air.
"sayuri..." he called softly, his voice almost a whisper as he approached her bed.
sayuri's eyes flickered up to meet his, her gaze heavy and clouded with exhaustion. she offered a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "yuji..." she whispered back, her voice hoarse and strained, a tiny smile forms on her lips once she sees him.
even when she was wearing the simplest clothes, her hair being a mess, and her bare face showing just how exhausted she had been from the accidents yesterday, in itadori yuji's eyes, gojo sayuri looked absolutely beautiful.
the second that he sits on her bed, sayuri gets up carefully, wincing as she did so. "be careful, yuri. gojo-sensei told me to—!" he was cut off when sayuri just embraces him. it didn't take long for him to reciprocate the hug as if it was muscle memory for yuji.
in different circumstances, he would have leaped in joy at how the gojo sayuri, whom he knew to be composed and collected, just openly hugs him, but things were much different now — so instead, yuji was filled with worry.
their silence was broken at how yuji's heart shattered loudly in his ears when he heard sayuri cries again. though it wasn't a loud cry that yuji was grateful to, somehow her silent sobs hurt much more.
