puppyboy yuji??? say no more
it’s no secret that your boyfriend, yuji, is obsessed with you.
your friends are more then aware. nobara can’t get through telling you a single story without yuji ending up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, nodding along with whatever you’re saying. megumi has a homework question? yuji’s inserting himself into the conversation, latching onto your waist.
“you’re so smart, baby,” he tells you, a huge, happy grin on his face. “always helping everyone.”
megumi just stares at him.
when you laugh softly, patting yuji’s arm, he squeezes you tighter. this typically makes nobara gag.
if you’re sitting, he’s next to you. if there’s no space next to you, he makes space. if you’re standing, his hand is in yours, always.
he’s warm. clingy, and affectionate in a way that’s so constant it becomes second nature.
yuji also loves touching you.
it’s constant. your hands clasped together. he likes when you loop his arm through his. your fingers in his hair.
god, he loves when you play with his hair.
the second your hand drifts up he’s melting, shoulders dropping, eyes softening. he sighs happily and lands in your lap, curling into you as you lace your gentle fingers through it.
“mmm, don’t stop,” he mumbles, voice already going soft.
it’s worse when you leave him alone for a few hours.
when you get back to your apartment you’re not surprised to find he’s already let himself in. you barely make it through the front door before he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a content exhale.
“i missssed you,” he mumbles into your neck.
“yuji, i was gone for two hours,” you laugh.
“yeah,” he says like you proved his point. “two hours too long.”
it’s also in the way he looks at you.
always soft. always bright, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s still a little shocked about it.
you catch him staring sometimes. you’ll be mid-conversation. mid-laugh. mid-anything, actually.
“yeah,” he admits easily. he smiles. “i like looking at you.”
your face heats instantly. “yuji—”
“whaaat?” he grins wider, grabbing onto you again. “you’re pretty,” he says matter-of-factly, and you cover your face.
or : “he’s too clingy,” nobara comments, watching yuji jog over to you after classes. “like a puppy.”
“he’s adorable,” you say softly, giggling as yuji crash lands into you, enveloping you in a tight hug.
“hi, baby,” he’ll say, kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips softly. “you know i like you, right?”
you snort. “i would hope so.”
“no, like..i really like you.”
your chest warms. “i know, yuji.” you run your fingers through his hair in that way he likes. “you’re so good to me,” you mumble into his hair. “the sweetest boy ever.”
he smiles into your neck at the praise, arms tightening around you, happily. this is where he wants to be.
this typically also makes nobara gag.
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