𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐄 / jujutsu kaisen x reader anthology

𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶 ✧ 𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲

❱ pairing : yuji itadori x gn!reader
❱ warnings : angst, also implied manga spoilers, but it's super vague, definitely a more if you know you know than anything else
❱ word count : 900+ words
❱ originally posted : Febuary 24th 2021
❱ gwyn's note : I've been super busy with school, I'm so sorry for just vanishing off the face of the earth, but i'm back and i'm choosing violence

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saudade (portuguese, n.)
a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost

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Yuji looked over at you, he felt his heart rise, his cheeks flush and something in him stir. There was a simplicity to the scene before him, the air was crisp with the scent of a storm in the air, electricity hung thick in emancipation of the static and crash of thunder. As the sky might find itself split it two. But for now, in that terrible calm the two of you sat in silence.

He watched, out of the corner of his eyes as you turned the page of his book, you'd borrowed it from him ages ago, he'd almost forgotten about it until you brought it up. An apology for having taken so long to get to read it. It was funny, in a strange way. The way your hands clasped together, intertwining themselves over and over again as your weight shifted from side to side, a subconscious thing he assumed. Of course he'd brushed off your apology, rather flustered at the thought of it even now.

Rolling over onto his stomach he heard leaves crush beneath his form, surely when he made to stand up they'd be clinging to his uniform with a stubbornness that would lead to him finding bits and pieces over the fallen and dried leaves days later. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was that when he rolled over his eyes could finally trail up to your form and he could allow that beautiful, intense feeling of honest and pure adoration flood his being.

Because in these quiet moments, that's all that mattered. The world beyond you both was nothing but a feeble memory, an afterthought amongst the storm as his love for your very existence seemed to boil over, spilling from his mind and staining his very being. Like water colours it seeped together, bleeding into the canvas as every aspect of you worked its way into his life, scribbling notations in between the margins of his thoughts as he took note of your habits, your pet peeves, and all the little things. Like how you'd talk with your hands when you were particularly excited, your movements adding flare to each phrase with a sort of excitement that was oh so contagious. How whenever you were nervous you'd pick at your fingers, nails broken and littered with hangnails, when he pointed this out to you, you'd shrug it off, "I'll fix if later," (you never did). How your eyes would light up and you'd bounce up and down on the balls of your feet as you found something new to share, some knew knowledge, some obscure fact some insane idea, simply anything and by god he'd love to hear it. He could listen to you talk for an eternity and never grow tired of it.

He loved you truly, how your eyes seemed so vast, so endless as they sparkled like gemstones in the late afternoon light, golden sunshine reflecting a thousand times over in the depths of your irises. How perfectly your hand fit in his, how he could trace the uneven calluses that littered your hand with his own, how he could press soft kisses to the back of your hand and how at the action you'd giggle, a flustered sense of pride overtaking your spirit as you played along with his little game.

"Yuji, you're staring." There was no malice in your voice as you set down the book, shifting against the tree as you leaned back ever so slightly, tilting your head at him as you met his gaze.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," He grinned sheepishly up at you and it took everything you had not to melt right then and there. "You're just really pretty is all."

A laugh fell from your lips, light and bashful as you tried and failed to dodge the compliment, placing your book down on the grass as you bekened for Yuji to come closer. His eyes widened and grin broadened at the prospect, getting to his feet he surged forward, arms coming to wrap around your middle with such force that the both of you found your sense of gravity dwindling. Until up was down and down was up and the sky above you was the ground and soft grass and crunch of leaves replaced the sky.

Laughter spilled from your lips as he pressed against your own, soft and clumsy, to catch up in the moment to bother with formalities. You smiled against his lips, pressing a soft kiss against his as your nose bumped and his knee knocked into your own, his face burying itself into the crook of your knek. It was simple. It was domestic. And by gods it was beautiful.

To think that was only just over twenty four hours ago... it felt like an eternity had past in between that moment under the tree, tucked into a corner of school grounds and his reality now, as he sat alone and cold on the steps of the station. The weight of the world pressing in on him as something hard and cold gnawed at his soul, he couldn't help but long for such a thing, though truly it was far too late for that, and nothing could ever change that, because as much as he could beg, and as much as he could try, you cannot heal a corpse.