#holy yap...

Gahhh My mind just went completely blank and I can't think of what to say about him 😭😭

Like!!! I do have a lot in mind about him 24/7 but I could never elaborate my thoughts 🥹

Yuji is my fave character probably because he is everything i'm not, I really look up on his resolution and determination!!! I feel like i'm at the lowest of the low more often than i'd like, and I wish I could bounce back up just like he managed to (with the help of his friends!)

I'm not sure if this makes sense help 🥹

Honestly when I saw JJK for the first time I didn't really think much of it, but later I got kinda obsessed with Yuji lmao

My friend says Yuji is boring and too weak for a protagonist and that Gojo is more of a protagonist than him (which is the worst insult in my opinion mind you!!) but that's all bullshit!!! That was weeks ago but I'm still seething over it ok i hold a grudge

I personally think Gege missed alot of cool opportunities for Yuji's character, like what do you mean he is the child of a 1000+ y/o body snatcher and THE King of Curses is technically his grand-uncle? Its a sin he didn't go deeper into that whole thing!! Did Yuji even got to know that Sukuna is basically his grand-uncle?

I kinda really need to re-watch and re-read JJK because it's been a while since i first read it and I really want to pay more attention this time around (but sadly my depression has been eating me inside out and I have not been able to do anything other than lay down all day 🥹)

I wish Kenjaku had played a bigger role in Yuji's character development and stuff. Kenjaku could have had so much more potential, like he literally spent over a 1000 years playing crazy scientist but barely even got screentime properly!! He could have been a big mastermind of sorts

Honestly I think I really like to think Yuji is aroace in canon. I have a friend who insists Yuji should have ended up with Ozawa, but I kinda disagree because I think that would have brought so much more pain to him if you consider he is immortal now... Also, he doesn't seem to have any sort of attraction to her, I think I find the romance between them kinda forced... I don't hate the ship, I'm generally a multishipper when it comes to my favorite characters, don't jump me please

Most (read: almost all) fanfics I read on Ao3 are Yuji centered stuff because of how much I love him lol I also have some fic ideas written down on my google docs files that I have yet to elaborate further and try to write them out

Earlier that day, with Ayaka politely dismissing his platitudes in attempting to convince her that he was fine, that it’s not as bad as it looks, that he’s in a perfectly suitable state to take to the road — Aether and Paimon’d been encouraged into spending a restful weekend stay at the Kamisato estate.  

(Admittedly, Paimon hadn’t needed much encouraging — like usual, she’d taken one look at the bandages peeking out from beneath his travel cloak, flattened her lips and narrowed her eyes, and Aether’d met Ayaka’s brilliant smile with a strained one of his own and graciously accepted her hospitality.   It couldn’t hurt, he’d figured, if only to deter Paimon’s fussing and further convince her that his misgivings about staying in Inazuma for longer than a half-day were a thing of the past.)

For a place that appears so lively during the day, bustling with continuous activity, the estate’s halls seem startlingly barren now.

It’s quiet.  Disconcertingly so.  He tucks his hands into the sleeves of his yukata and carries through the guest room wing on consciously light feet.

He can’t sleep.  He can’t sleep, and Paimon isn’t the sort of person you can just decide to wake up if she’s decided it’s time for bed, and wandering the estate’s halls in the middle of the night started making him feel a whole lot less like an esteemed guest and more like a down-low criminal scoping out real estate about fifteen minutes in, so ultimately, he opts to take his stroll out into the courtyard.  

“Oh.”  Not to be mistaken, he does feel intruded upon, as ridiculous as that sentiment sounds.  Because for one, he’s outside, just gathering wool, and for another:  “I mean, you live here.  So if anything, I’m the one intruding.”  And it is admittedly…  difficult…  still, to find himself in Inazuma for any reason other than strictly business and not feel like exactly that: an intruder.  If Paimon were awake, if he hadn’t promised Ayaka she'd see him in the morning for an early breakfast, he’d likely be on a ship by now.  “Ayaka, she —”  he’s unsure how visible his wounds are in the dark, if he should even mention why he’s here  “— said not to expect you today.  I wasn’t sure I’d see you while we were here.  Welcome back.” 

He turns away, his back to the entrance and face canted to the stars above the cliff terrace.