Yuji has a super hot model girlfriend yet Megumi and Nobara refuse to believe it until they meet you in person.
The framed photo on Yuji’s desk had been the catalyst for a solid three weeks of relentless, unyielding psychological warfare.
In the picture, Yuji was wearing his usual goofy, oversized hoodie, flashing a peace sign with a grin that split his face in two. Pressed against his side was a girl who looked like she had been rendered by a high-end digital artist with an eye for perfection. She had an effortless, striking beauty that practically radiated off the glossy paper—sharp, captivating features, a smile that looked both elite and incredibly warm, and an aura that screamed "high fashion."
When Megumi and Nobara had first crowded around the desk to look at it, the silence in the room had been deafening. Then, Nobara had slowly turned her head, her face completely blank.
"Yuji," she had said, her voice dangerously calm. "Where did you steal this? Is this a cutout from a magazine? Did you Photoshop your face onto a K-pop idol’s manager? Speak to me."
"It’s real!" Yuji had yowled, his face turning bright red as he snatched the frame protecting it. "That’s my girlfriend! I told you guys I had a girlfriend!"
Megumi, who usually stayed out of such things, had merely adjusted his collar, looked Yuji dead in the eye, and said, "It’s statistically improbable, Itadori. Acceptance is the first step to healing." Nobara nodded along. "Yeah after all you eat crayons and beef Ramen noodles?What would she do with you?"
For twenty-one days, the teasing had been relentless. Nobara would drop fake modeling agency flyers on his lap. Megumi would sigh heavily whenever Yuji mentioned receiving a text. Yuji had been pouty, slumped over his training dummy, muttering under his breath about "lack of trust" and "true love." Finally, unable to take the constant scoffing anymore, Yuji had caved. He grabbed his phone, practically vibrating with a mix of nerves and vindication, and sent a text.
“Hey… are you free this weekend? My friends think I’m a pathological liar. Please help.”
The morning you were scheduled to arrive at the Jujutsu High campus, the tension in the common room was thick enough to cut with a cursed tool.
Nobara was sipping her tea, one leg crossed over the other, fully prepared to catch a paid actress or a cousin Yuji had bribed with a lifetime supply of meatballs. Megumi was pretending to read a book, though he hadn’t flipped the page in ten minutes. Yuji was pacing back and forth by the window, checking his phone every three seconds, his pink hair practically standing on end from stress.
"Relax, Itadori," Nobara droned, swirling her tea. "If she doesn't exist, we'll only mock you until graduation. It's a temporary humiliation."
"She exists! And she's coming up the walkway right now!" Yuji gasped, pressing his face against the glass like a golden retriever spotting a delivery truck. He didn't even wait for a response; he scrambled out the door, his sneakers squeaking loudly against the hardwood floor as he bolted down the hallway.
Nobara exchanged a look with Megumi. "Well. Let's go witness the crime scene."
When they stepped out onto the traditional wooden veranda, they stopped dead in their tracks.
You were walking up the stone path, holding a small paper bag from a high-end bakery. Yuji’s description hadn’t done you a fraction of justice, but what struck them immediately wasn't just how stunning you were—it was how effortlessly you carried it. You weren't dressed in flashy, restrictive designer clothes meant to turn heads. Instead, you wore a cream-colored, oversized, incredibly soft knit sweater that looked like a cloud, paired with simple, well-fitted trousers and clean white sneakers. Your hair was held up by a casual claw clip, a few loose strands framing your face.
Yet, somehow, you managed to look like a million bucks. The slouch of the sweater looked elegant; the simplicity of the outfit only highlighted the striking, undeniable symmetry of your face and your poised, graceful posture. You looked like an off-duty supermodel who had accidentally wandered onto a mystical jujutsu campus.
"Oh, my god," Nobara whispered, her teacup rattling slightly. "He wasn't lying. She's... she's elite tier."
Megumi blinked, utterly speechless, suddenly feeling very underdressed in his standard uniform. "That still doesn't explain the relationship...." Megumi mumbled as he looked between Yuji and you.
The moment Yuji reached you, all the elegant mystery vanished into thin air. His face lit up with pure, unadulterated joy, and he practically threw himself at you. "You actually came!"
You didn't flinch or worry about your clothes getting wrinkled. A brilliant, genuinely sweet smile broke across your face, illuminating your features in a way that made you look entirely approachable. You caught him with a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.
"Of course I came, Yuji," you murmured, your voice smooth and incredibly soothing. "You sounded so desperate in your texts. I was worried someone had actually hurt your feelings."
"They did! They've been bullying me for three weeks!" Yuji whined, burying his face in the plush fabric of your soft sweater, inhaling the comforting scent of vanilla and clean linen. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading. "Tell them we’ve been dating since before I moved to Tokyo."
You giggled, a sound that made Nobara’s jaw drop further because it was so entirely devoid of malice or pretension. You patted Yuji’s cheek affectionately. "I'll handle it."
As Yuji proudly led you up to the veranda, Nobara and Megumi braced themselves. Usually, someone who looked like you—someone who possessed that level of raw, head-turning beauty—carried a certain level of coldness or vanity. Nobara was fully prepared to be looked down upon.
Instead, as you approached, you offered them a warm, incredibly polite bow.
"Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you both," you said, offering a genuine, bright smile. "Yuji talks about you two all the time. I'm so glad he has such reliable friends looking out for him here." You held out the paper bag. "I brought some pastries from that bakery near the station. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a bit of everything."
Nobara practically snatched the bag, her defensive walls instantly crumbling at the mention of the exclusive bakery. "You... you got the seasonal tarts? The ones that sell out by 9:00 AM?"
"Oh, yes," you replied easily, tilting your head. "I have a lot of free time on my hands right now, so I didn't mind waiting in line. My schedule is completely open for Yuji anyway."
Megumi cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "It's nice to meet you. Thank you for the food. And... sorry about Itadori. We genuinely thought he was losing his mind."
You laughed, a beautiful, clear sound, and naturally reached down to lace your fingers through Yuji’s. He instantly beamed, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. "It's fine, really. I know Yuji can be a bit of a handful, and I know I don't exactly look like I belong in his world. But I assure you, he's stuck with me."
As the four of you moved into the common area to eat the pastries, the initial shock began to wear off, replaced by sheer fascination. Nobara, being Nobara, immediately began her interrogation, leaning across the table with her chin in her hands.
"So," Nobara started, her eyes narrowed but intrigued. "Yuji mentioned you do some part-time modeling? Because, frankly, if you aren't on a billboard in Shibuya right now, the scouting agencies need to be fired."
You blushed slightly, a soft pink dusting your cheeks, which only made you look more endearing. You adjusted the sleeve of your oversized sweater. "Ah, yes, just a little bit here and there. It pays well and the hours are flexible, which is nice. But it's not my main focus."
"Oh? What is?" Megumi asked, genuinely curious.
"I'm actually in university right now, studying for a degree in molecular biology," you explained calmly, taking a small sip of the tea Yuji had eagerly poured for you. "I want to go into research eventually. Modeling is just a fun side hobby to help pay for tuition and books."
Nobara’s jaw hit the floor again. Megumi slowly turned his head to look at Yuji, who was sitting next to you, looking like a proud golden retriever that had just fetched a golden stick.
She’s gorgeous, she’s incredibly sweet, she buys expensive pastries, she has nothing but time for him, and she’s a literal genius, Megumi thought, a profound sense of bewilderment washing over him. What cosmic deity did Itadori please in a past life to deserve this?
As the afternoon rolled on, it became glaringly obvious that you weren't just putting on a show. You were genuinely, completely, and utterly in love with Yuji. And what shocked Nobara and Megumi the most was how much you adored the exact traits they usually found exhausting.
At one point, Yuji accidentally knocked over his tea while gesturing wildly during a story about a movie he had watched. Instead of jumping back or getting annoyed that your pristine cream sweater might get ruined, you immediately grabbed a napkin, laughing softly as you wiped up the spill.
"Classic Yuji," you teased gently, bumping your shoulder against his. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" Yuji scrambled to help, his cheeks burning. "I got excited."
"It's okay," you said, your voice dripping with affection. You reached up, your fingers gently brushing a stray lock of pink hair away from his forehead. The tenderness in your eyes was undeniable. You looked at him as if he were the only person in the room, completely unbothered by his loud, clumsy nature.
Later, Yuji dragged you over to show you his prized possession: a completely bizarre, slightly terrifying cursed corpse doll that Gojo had given him, which Yuji had dressed up in a tiny handmade cape. It was objective trash, a weird piece of junk that anyone else would have thrown away.
Nobara watched closely, waiting for your polite mask to slip.
Instead, you leaned in, inspecting the ugly little doll with absolute seriousness. "Wow, Yuji. The stitching on the cape is actually really neat. Did you do this yourself?"
"Yeah! I used the sewing kit from the infirmary!" Yuji bragged, puffing out his chest.
"It looks great," you said, a soft, genuine smile gracing your lips as you patted the doll's head. "You're really good with your hands. You always have been."
Yuji practically melted into a puddle of happiness right there on the floor.
Nobara leaned over to Megumi, whispering fiercely, "She's real. She's a real angel. She looks like a high-fashion goddess, she's going to cure diseases, and she genuinely thinks his weird hobby is cute. I might cry, Fushiguro. I might actually cry from the sheer injustice of the universe."
"She's definitely too good for him," Megumi agreed quietly, though a small, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was glad Yuji had someone like you—someone steady, kind, and entirely devoted to him, especially given the heavy, dangerous world Yuji had been thrust into.
When evening arrived, it was time for you to head back to the train station. Yuji, of course, insisted on walking you, practically skipping alongside you down the dirt path leading away from the Jujutsu High barriers.
Nobara and Megumi stood on the steps, watching the two of you walk away. You were walking close to him, your soft sweater brushing against his rough uniform jacket, your hand securely tucked into his.
"Hey," Nobara called out, making you both pause and turn around. Nobara crossed her arms, a rare, genuine smile on her face. "You're welcome back anytime! Next time, leave Yuji here and we'll go shopping!"
You laughed, waving warmly with your free hand. "I’d love that! See you soon!"
As you turned back to the path, Yuji looked down at you, his chest swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with cursed energy.
"Thanks for coming," Yuji said softly, his voice dropping its usual loud bravado. He looked a little sheepish, scratching the back of his neck. "I know my friends can be a lot. And I know it's weird up here."
You stopped walking, turning to face him fully. The setting sun cast a golden, ethereal glow over your features, making you look even more breath-taking. You reached up, placing both of your hands flat against his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart through his shirt. The soft wool of your sleeves brushed against his wrists.
"Yuji," you said, your voice rich with a deep, unwavering sincerity. "I don't care where you are, or how weird it gets. I have all the time in the world for you. You know that, right?"
Yuji’s eyes widened slightly, his heart doing a violent flip in his chest. "Even when I'm being an idiot?"
"Especially when you're being an idiot," you teased, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek. "You're genuine, Yuji. You love fiercely, you care about everyone, and you're the best thing in my life. Your friends see that too, even if they tease you."
Yuji didn't say anything for a moment. He couldn't. Instead, he just wrapped his powerful arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet and burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your soft sweater. He held you tightly, a silent vow to protect this perfect, beautiful piece of normalcy that belonged entirely to him.
And as you held him back, running your fingers through his spiky pink hair, you smiled. You didn't care about the modeling, the degrees, or what anyone else thought. In all of his weird, loud, incredible ways, Yuji was yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
