A Case of You (Yuji Itadori x OC) AU

Gojo's house

When she opens the door, Itadori Yuji meets dark blue eyes of Umi Fushiguro. Painfully familiar eyes. The eyes that narrow at his torn bloodied clothes, bruised face and the load hanging off his shoulder. Megumi.

Her pursed lips tell him that the two of them will have a lot of apologizing to do again. He doesn't mind. He'd go down on his knees if he had to.

They quietly lay Megumi on his bed. Her movements are sharp, and experienced, and hands move quick as she starts to treat the wounds. And Yuji stares. He stares at her hands, at her long fingers, at the concentrated face and pale skin. He stares, stares, stares.

Yuji can't look away.

He can't concentrate.

His own blood slowly trickles down his temple. He doesn't care.

Megumi is more important.

And he waits.

Patiently.

For her to finish.

And he continues to stare, suddenly trying to remember when it all started. And he thinks. And thinks. But still cannot recall when she became his whole world. It seems like it's always been that way.

But he is a fool.

He knows her heart is taken.

His older brother. His nightmare. Sukuna Ryomen.

He knows that Sukuna is still a scum, sarcastic, bitter, selfish, but even he, in his own way, warmed up to the Fushiguro siblings. Because how can you not?

He knows that if Sukuna makes a move, she'll probably accept him.

He knows.

And it hurts.

It hurts like hell.

But he keeps smiling. He will always smile for her.

A light tap on his shoulder brings him out of the trance. Umi is looking down at him. Her face is still inexpressive but her eyes are storming with worry.

"Yuji?"

He wants her to call him by his name again.

"Let's go."

"How is Megumi?"

"He'll be fine."

He follows her to the kitchen like a stray, ready to go wherever she calls. Always will be. But he won't tell her.

"Where is Gojo-san?"

"At the bar tonight. Sit."

And he does.

"He's enjoying his new hobby, huh?"

"He's enjoying driving people insane. And right now, his target is Sukuna."

His name's is like venom from her lips, but Yuji keeps smiling.

"Take off your t-shirt."

His palms get sweaty. How many years has she been doing this for them? How many hours did she spend telling them off for constantly getting into trouble, for getting hurt, just for them to go out and do it all over again.

Yuji nods and drops the useless cloth on the floor. Umi brings a chair and sits opposite him.

"How many this time?"

He laughs but her heavy gaze makes him stop.

"I don't remember."

"You are a bad liar."