𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

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"𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕!" Y/N high fived Yuji, who was quite beaten up, but joyful he passed.

"Hell yeah!" He fist bumps the air. The two of them take a tour around the school, you inform him about the different places, showing him the the classrooms, teachers offices, students common room, the kitchens, running track, sports facilities, ect....

"And last but not least, the dorms!" Y/N clasps her hands together, secretly glad to draw an end to this tour which seemed to drag on for hours, even though they were only walking around for just about fifty minutes or so. "This one is yours, I'm pretty sure it is anyway..." she pushes open a door revealing boxes full of Itadori's things, he stares in awe at how much space he has, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"WOAH! THIS PLACE IS HUGE!" Yuji yells, his voice bouncing off the walls. You watch as he explores every inch of his new room, laughing when he puts his head into his new wardrobe shouting "IS ANYONE HOME?!". His bed's pushed up against a large window, the head of it against the corner of the two walls and the bottom of it at the start of the giant glass pane, revealing the lively environment behind it, dragonflies and butterflies fluttering around in the beams of light from the sun, the rays illuminating the grass and vibrant flowers as they peacefully danced to the symphony of nature. Y/N lets out small snort at his facial expression, glad to see he's more than satisfied with what he's been given.

"My dorm is down the hall through the door, you'll be able to meet the second and third years whenever they're back, they're all out right now on missions."

However, he doesn't seem too focused on what she's saying, his hand placed against the window as he silently stares out of it and she could tell millions of different thoughts raced through his mind- like when she first arrived in her dorm, seeing a reflection of herself. Y/N walks to stand next to him, also gazing out the window, taking in the beauty of mother nature. She doesn't say anything, not wanting to push him to talk about whatever was clearly playing on his mind.

" if you had told me a couple days ago I was going to be executed and I need to eat 20 fingers of the 'king of curses' to extend my death date then I probably would've just laughed in your face and thought you were some crazy girl who reads too many mangas, it's kinda weird to think I was an average school boy not even a week ago." he lies down on his bed, his arms crossed behind his head as Y/N moves to sit on the end by his legs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not backing out even for a second, if doing this means I can give people a chance at a proper death and I get to choose how I die, then I would do this in a heartbeat, but man, this is some crazy shit." they both let out a laugh before sitting in a comfortable silence.

"Why are you still here, why haven't you ran away when you know at the end you're going to die?" She asks, getting up to pick up a manga from one of his boxes, observing each detail of it to avoid his lingering stare, not sure if the question came off too harsh considering his silence even if that wasn't her intention.

┌────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────────┐"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀."-"𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂." └──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────┘

"Well, at first it felt like I was here because I had no other choice, either I eat all his disgusting fingers and live longer and die anyway or die straight away because I already ate one and don't wanna eat the rest." he stops for a second to sit up before continuing, "but then I realised, this is something only I can do, I'm strong, crazy strong, only I can consume all of Sukuna, if I refused to do any of this and escaped my death sentence, running away from this huge responsibility and return to a normal life like reading manga, taking a bath, eating out with my friends, when I'm not doing any of that would be the moment I'd stop to think, and I'd go; 'oh, I bet that right now, somewhere out there, someone is dying because of Sukuna, but that doesn't concern me, that's certainly not my fault' is some bullshit I'd never  be able to bring myself to say. I sure as hell don't know how I'll feel when I'm dying, but I refuse to regret the way I lived knowing I helped give people a chance at a proper death, one they deserve, including me." he takes a breath after his long speech, semi-repeating what he had already said in his interview.

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

My mouth hung slightly agape and my eyebrows raised, i wasn't expecting such a strong, emotional answer.

Jeez, this kid sure has his priorities straight..

"Uh, L/N..you there?" I must've spaced out, as Itadori was waving his hand in front of my face.

"oh, uh, yeah sorry" a nervous laugh escaped from my mouth as I put the manga I was holding back into the box, already forgetting what it was about. "You're determined Itadori, that's something to be proud of, if I'm being honest, it's kind of intimidating." I can't help but giggle as an embarrassed blush crawls onto his face, tinting his ears almost a darker shade than his hair while he rubs the back of of his head. "by the way, just call me Y/N!"

"Y/N.. That's a pretty name. In that case, just call me Yuji!" he tilts his head as he smiles, closing his eyes as he does, the fact he called my name pretty sticks in the back of my mind but it doesn't linger there for too long.

"want me to help you unpack?" he nods in response, thanking me.

I lean into one of the boxes, unrolling one of his posters and as I roll it open exposing the image bit by bit, I wish I could go back in time and pick up something else. The poster reveals an attractive blonde girl sat kneeling on the beach, in a blue bikini as she lifts her hair up, revealing her curves. My eyes widen in horror and my face heats up, flustered by my discovery. I regret offering to help. I slowly move my head in Yuji's direction and thankfully he isn't looking my way, his attention focused on something else so I let out of a small breath of relief, quietly trying to roll it back up and put it back in the box for him to deal with by himself.

Half an hour passes and we're nearly done, the wall above his bed is decorated with a few posters, shelves held his multiple mangas and figurines of what I assumed were anime or game characters. I fluff up his pillow after casing it in his bedding that was brought with him. There's not much decoration and the room still seems quite plain, but it'll do for now.

Maybe we can go shopping someday so he can get some more decor, or I'll get him some stuff for his birthday, whenever that is...He definitely needs new posters too.I shudder, squeezing my eyes shut remembering that poster I first opened, I wish I didn't know that he owns something like that.

"Well Yuji Itadori, welcome to your new life." I swipe my hands together as if i'm dusting them off before i put my hands on my hips, feeling accomplished that we finished his room (for now) "So, what do you think?"

"it's so cool, this room is so much bigger than mine back home!!" he puts the final manga in its slot with the other books of that collection and takes a step back, adoring his dorm room.

"I'm glad you like it, there's not much we'd really be able to do if you didn't." I start heading towards the door, "wanna see my dorm?" I ask, signalling down the hallway, Yuji jumps up and begins to follow me, a bit like a puppy.

"You're next door?" a deep voice groans.

"Fushiguro hey! Wow! You look all better now!" Yuji walks towards him, poking his head into Megumis room.

"There's lots of other empty rooms y'know." he side eyes me, as if it's my fault Yuji is next to him but we both know Gojo purposely put Itadori in that room, so Megumi could make a new friend.

"I'm not the one who chose for him to stay there. Besides, isn't it better to have some company?" I poke his nose repeatedly, trying to wind him up and he swats my hand away, irritation evident in his eyes.

"Classes and missions are more than enough." "This is not welcome."

"Woahhhhh, it's so organised and dark in here! Almost matches your personality- ACK!!"

Megumi slams the door on Itadoris head who is still looking in there, nearly decapitating the poor boy executing him there and then.

"Fushiguro drop the mean guy act, you know you're happy to finally have a neighbour who happens to be your classmate, think of all the sleepovers you guys can have!"

"He is never coming into my room, neither are you, never again." he walks back into his dorm, slamming the door behind him and Yuji rubs his neck, clearly in pain.

"Ignore him, he's a moody introvert, you'l get used to it." Yuji pouts sadly at my words causing me to chuckle a little.

"Come on, let's go." I grab Yuji's hand, sliding open the door to enter the next hallway where my dorm is, not that far down.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵𝐍o 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Woah Y/N your room is so cool!"

Plants hung from baskets attached to the ceiling, the light from the outside world shooting through the window, hitting the posters and photos on her walls with a golden tinge, she has a messy desk with open books, pens, pencil and highlighters were scattered across the top, crumpled paper piling out of the bin next to it.Empty canvases piled up with paints and paintbrushes were lying around everywhere, it was so secret Y/N too up painting as a hobby, frequently visiting art museums when she can, sketching or painting her friends when they have the time.

"Aha thank you, I haven't really had time to tidy it up, I swear it's not always this messy."

That was a lie.

Y/N looks around at her room while reaching for her polaroid camera, her bed was unmade with teddies and pillows scattered on-top of it and her desk was almost unrecognisable considering the the amount of work and drawings she had scattered across its surface.

"Strike a pose!" She instructs Yuji, holding the camera infront of her face.

He furrows his brows for a second at her request, before holding up a peace sign and smiling, flashing his teeth, still confused. The girl snaps a photo of him, the flash blinding him for a second as the image slides out, Y/N stands there shaking the photo side to side, checking it every two seconds to see if it had formed yet.

"What was that for?"

"I always take a photo of someone when they first enter my room, it's just a tradition." she smiles lightly, admiring the photo as she pins it on the wall next to the photo of Megumi, whose photo is completely different. In his, it's slightly blurred and he's reaching out for the camera, his facial expression telling a story of him shouting at Y/N.Yuji walks next to her looking at all the different photos including Gojo, who looks a little different as he's wearing circular black sunglasses and his hair is down, some girl with glasses and deep olive green hair, a boy with purple eyes and a mask covering the bottom of his face, he stops to point at Megumi before turning to the girl next to him, both their faces twisted, trying not to laugh but they both fail in their attempts- erupting into fits of hysterics, Yuji wipes away fake tears, admiring Y/N- her laughters like music to his ears, a beautiful melody which he loved.

He knew things weren't going to be the way they used to be, now he has to fight curses andeat thousand year old fingers; that this was his new life. but as long as she was in it, reminding him everything's okay with her bright smile,

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍.