Yuji and his sick senpai part two | part one | part three ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ cw: curious!yuji, sick!reader, senpai!reader, fluff, medical roleplay (non-sexual!) note: on the first day of my period today and i genuinely cried while writing this.
“You’re too horizontal again,” Yuji declares with a mock thoughtful expression as he stands by the couch. He’s freshly out of the shower after a looong day of training and very happy to see you somewhere outside of your room. He has to seize the opportunity to spend time with you. “That’s not good. A patient needs good blood circulation.”
Patient…?
“Is that right?” you murmur, your voice syrupy with drowsiness. You lie on one of the sofas in the lounge of the building, knees slightly bent towards your stomach and your hair all over the place.
“Yes. I’m a doctor now.”
Another small hum. “I see…”
Yuji drags a misplaced desk chair closer with a loud scrape, spins it around, and sits on it backwards, arms folded over the backrest. Very professional. Very official.
“Doctor Itadori, at your service. I specialize in… uh…” He squints at nothing in particular. “Everything.”
“How impressive,” you mumble.
“Thank you. Now. First, examination.”
Yuji hadn’t been able to suppress his curiosity these past weeks, no matter how scary Megumi’s glares had been.
He thought it was a little unfair that the second years, as in, your classmates, got to be around you while you were awake, which was mostly during class. Had Itadori skipped a few of his own lessons to stalk the second years’ instead? Absolutely. The pink hair didn’t help him be stealthy, but none of the students seemed to notice. Or care.
Least of all you. From what Yuji could see, you just stared at the board and occasionally took notes with a slumped posture. Maki sometimes had to poke your forehead with the dull end of her spear to keep you awake.
Then, at some point, he just so happened to be nearby when you were on one of your little walks in the garden.
He thought you’d be hard to talk to. Megumi had always been fussy and overprotective with you, and Yuji assumed it was because you were fragile and meek.
Turns out, you’re chill. You don’t mind his energy, his stupid impressions, his enthusiasm. It also turns out that visiting you in your room isn’t actually forbidden, not officially. Anyone can come and go; it’s just that Megumi becomes really snappy if anyone does, so everyone ends up avoiding your room anyway.
Everyone except Yuji.
Because he’s stupid and has a big heart, plus his curiosity is insatiable. He finds it a little odd that Megumi is isolating you unintentionally. Usually that boy is pretty thoughtful and logical.
Yuji has started visiting you, entertaining you in the process. You don’t have to be so lonely anymore. He talks to you like a normal person, even if you’re barely responsive most of the time.
Always chattering away as he flips through your journals (now he knows where the glitter comes from), inspects your makeup collection, or looks over your homework. Sometimes he doesn’t even notice that you’ve fallen asleep again and basically ends up talking to himself.
His current silly antic, however, requires a bit more participation.
In a way, Yuji probably just uses play pretend to process your condition, the way children reenact medical procedures they’ve experienced to feel less on edge about them.
Your kohai leans forward and gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead, exaggerating the seriousness of the gesture.
“Hmm.”
You don’t open your eyes, but your lips twitch faintly.
“Well?”
“Temperature check.” He moves his hand to your cheek. “Cold here.”
A thoughtful pause. Then he lightly taps beneath your jaw.
“Warm here.”
You hum again. “Is that bad, doctor?”
He gasps quietly. “Very suspicious.”
“Oh no.”
“Yes. Extremely suspicious. Could be… hmm.” He narrows his eyes like he’s reading invisible charts in the air. “Chronic Roomitis.”
You make a soft, airy sound that might be a laugh.
“Roomitis?”
“Yeah. Symptoms include staying in bed too long, avoiding sunlight, and pretending you’re not lonely.”
That earns him a faint exhale through your nose.
“Do I pretend?” Your flutter open slowly and your pupils shrink to adjust to the room’s brightness. The moment your eyes focus, a very comical picture fills your vision. Yuji’s hair is still a little damp, cheeks flushed but he looks so genuine in what he’s doing.
“Mhm,” he says confidently. “But it’s okay. I’m prescribing something later. Moving on.”
His hand is warm, like always, as he takes yours, pressing down somewhere on your wrist, completely missing the pulse point. You can see the concentration on his face as he presses down gradually harder, unable to find a beat. Then he smiles suddenly.
“Oh, that’s a pretty normal rhythm,” he declares with surprise and pride, having done a good job.
“That’s your own heartbeat.”
His head tilts like a confused puppy’s. “Huh?”
“You missed the point. And if you press too hard, you end up feeling your own pulse.” You sigh softly and, with a weak grip, bring his fingers to the actual spot, where your bone has a subtle dip.
“Oh.”
It takes Yuji a while to feel something, and when he does, his lips curl downwards into a small frown. Too slow.
“S’okay…” you mumble before he panics or actually calls Ieri. “It’s normal for me. My blood pressure is low too.”
“Well… I knew that!”
“Of course.”
There’s a little hesitation as Yuji stops talking for a moment, his expression gives away the sadness for just a second.
The small slits under his eyes, Sukuna’s closed eyes, crease up as Yuji squeezes his own eyes shut to regain composure. Outside, the sound of someone’s loud laughter erupts. It’s an annoying reminder that while everyone else is having fun elsewhere, you’re stuck inside like a narcoleptic dog.
“Anyways, moving on!” Yuji quickly diverts both his and your attention before it gets awkward.
Yuji gives a satisfied nod, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He taps his chin again, pretending to ponder over his next decision.
“I’m going to palpate your abdomen.” Yuji’s words carry a sense of finality as he raises your shirt a bit to expose the skin of your stomach. His fingers, usually so confident and firm, feel oddly gentle as they start to press delicately against your belly, searching.
You can’t suppress an amused snicker this time.
“Mh, the doctor is using big words…”
Yuji learned that term from Ieri, of course. You play along pretty well, and this time, Yuji even assumes you’re being for real.
“That just means I’m going to feel your tummy,” he explains, as a good doctor should always inform their patient in a way they understand, so they can consent to the procedure.
His idea of abdominal palpation is not very professional, though, and he literally just feels around in no particular order, not even pressing down hard enough.
“Does anything hurt?”
You shake your head, sinking further into the pillow on the couch. Your eyes drift up to the ceiling of the common area, and for a moment, you actually enjoy the attention.
Yuji hums and leans back, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. “Interesting, interesting.”
He pulls your shirt back down and leans closer to your face. Again, the order he’s conducting this ‘examination’ is unusual, but you don’t say anything.
He cups the side of your face with his hands and turns your head this way and that, inspecting every inch like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. His thumb slides over your cheekbone, the slope of your nose and he even pulls up your upper lip to look at your teeth.
“Uhuh, I see, I see…”
“You do?” you ask, your body completely limp and pliant in Yuji’s hands.
“I think senpai has a severe case of Sleepy Syndrome, along with signs of Roomitis. Luckily, I’ve written a paper about this, so you’re in the best hands.”
“Oh? A whole paper?” you murmur, eyelids fluttering but not quite falling shut again.
“Mhm.” He nods gravely. “Very peer-reviewed. By me.”
“How prestigious.”
“Thank you.”
You huff another quiet laugh, fragile but real. Yuji freezes for half a second, like he’s caught something rare and doesn’t want to scare it off, then clears his throat and resumes his act.
“Now,” he says, lowering his voice to something conspiratorial, “the treatment plan.”
“That sounds expensive.”
“Not at all. I accept payment in snacks.” He pauses, shifting off the chair and kneeling beside the couch so he’s eye-level with you. The playful glint in his eyes softens just a little.
“First prescription,” he announces, holding up one finger. “Sunlight. Ten minutes minimum. Supervised.”
You squint at him. “Supervised?”
“Yeah. To make sure you don’t escape back to your cave.”
“I don’t live in a cave.”
Yuji ignores your protest.
“Second prescription: social interaction. At least one idiot per day.”
“One idiot?”
“Me,” he clarifies proudly.
You’re about to reply when a quiet scoff catches your attention. It’s coming from the open window. Unsurprisingly, Megumi is standing there, visibly annoyed by the sight.
He doesn’t linger, though, and when Yuji turns around, he walks away without a word, his petulant frown growing.
Yuji stares at the empty space for a second longer before huffing. “Rude. Interrupting a medical procedure like that.”
“He’s very concerned about hospital hygiene,” you say faintly before letting out a tired sigh.
Your hand comes up to rest over Yuji’s, still holding your face.
“You should talk to him. Or should I?”
Yuji frowns, not wanting to give up his little game yet. Or maybe he doesn’t want to come back to reality just yet. But you blink up at him with such a soft expression. Like you’re okay. Like it’s all okay. It’s unfair. He just stops pretending, but you continue being his sick senpai.
His shoulders droop, his mock serious expression falls, and you can see the exact moment he drops the act. A sad kohai takes the doctor’s place. Yuji exhales, a long, quiet sound that doesn’t sound like himself at all. The spark of mischief in his eyes dims.
“…No,” he mutters, voice low. “I… I’ll talk to him.”
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