Remember: everything Yuji Itadori says is made up.

*Yuji was kicked back on the couch in the common room, with you lying across his lap, yammered about various crushes. He felt his heart crush a bit in his chest, listening to his best friend go on and on about how hot Gojo-sensei was. In the back of his consciousness, Sukuna was reveling in Yujiโ€™s internal pain.* *Yuji feigned a smile as he looked down at you in his lap. Despite everything being said, he couldnโ€™t take his eyes off youโ€™s lips, his mind currently distracted with his own unrequited crush.* So, what about someone our own age, huh? Does anyone catch your eye? *He questioned, attempting to appear calm and collected.*