#veilbloom

boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."

boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.

boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.

boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.

boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:

"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"

boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.

boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.

boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.

boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.

boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:

“What’re you doing now?” “Can I come too?”

boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.

boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.

first post how we feeling? 👀

"and your winner.."

The referee grips his wrist, lifting his arm proudly while the arena erupts into cheers. Fans going absolutely wild chanting his name. Commentators are yelling over one another. "What a performance from Itadori, Yuji!" 

Flashes from the cameras are all going off at once. Yuji raises his other hand as an attempt to cover his eyes. Despite all the noise he could barely hear them. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. Blood trickles from a cut over his eyebrow. Sweat drips from his chin. He should be celebrating like everyone else, instead his eyes are scanning the crowd. 

For you.

Unbeknownst to him, you were already making your way towards him. You are so proud of him, tears threatening to fall from those very eyes he adores so much. Training for months, just for this moment. Yet all he wanted was you sharing it with him.

The moment feels surreal. People are shouting, the lights blaring so hard they almost drown out everything else. Reporters are already climbing onto the apron, cameras pointed directly at Yuji as photographers scramble for the perfect championship shot.

But he isn't looking at any of them. His eyes keep searching. Where are you?

His coach pats his shoulder, the referee shouting something he can't make out over the deafening cheers. The championship belt is draped over him, heavy against his shoulders, but he barely notices it.

Then—

He sees you.

You're pushing your way through the crowd, tears already spilling down your cheeks. His expression changes immediately. His entire face lights up like he had won all over again.

Your eyes meet his and you spot that ridiculous grin, it's contagious. You smile back. Without another thought, he hops down from the ring.

Security immediately rushes over. "Yuji! This way—the interviews—"

"S-Sorry!" he calls over his shoulder, weaving around them. "Just one second!"

You barely have time to wipe your eyes before he's made it to you. You take in all of him standing before you. His ruffled up rosy hair, the sweat dripping from his head, the cut from his eyebrow that's still bleeding. God he looks hot.

You reach up instinctively, cupping his face as gently as if he were made of glass. "You did it," you whisper, your voice trembling.

"I did," he says with a breathless laugh.

Your thumb brushes carefully beneath his eye, avoiding the fresh cut. You analyze his pretty face. His puppy brown eyes staring back at you. "I'm so proud of you." you say gently.

His smile falters for just a second, not because he's upset. Because hearing those words from you means more than the roaring crowd ever could. He leans into your hand. His own raising to cup yours. "I kept looking for you," he admits quietly.

"I know."

"I couldn't find you."

"I was coming to you." you explained with a playful tone.

His eyes soften. "Oh."  A small laugh escapes from him "Guess we had the same idea."

The cameras finally catch up, surrounding the two of you. Yuji immediately steps in front of you, separating you from the chaos. The sudden flashes and shouting voices overwhelm the quiet moment you had shared.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. You can see the worry in his expression, the way he keeps glancing back at you to make sure you’re okay despite everything happening around him. A small smile forms on your face, touched by how naturally he puts you first.

You smile softly and reach for his hand. "Go."

He looks back, a bit shocked. "What..no. Just ignore them, baby." He whines.

You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand for a second, "We'll celebrate later. Together." You smile, looking down at your hands, letting go.

Yuji's eyes follow yours down to your hands as your fingers slowly slip from his. He doesn't move and he doesn't want to. His thumb brushes against yours one last time before you let go completely.

"...Promise?" he asks quietly.

You look back up at him. "I promise."

His shoulders relax just enough. He nods slightly satisfied.

You reach up, gently brushing a stray pink strand away from his forehead, careful not to touch the fresh cut above his eyebrow. "And after they're done..." You lean in just enough that only he can hear. "...You're all mine."

His ears instantly turn bright red. "...B-Baby..."

You smirked to yourself, a quiet laugh escaping your lips at the sight before you. Yuji remained rooted to the spot, cheeks burning as he tried—and completely failed—to recover from your teasing. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, only for no words to come out.

You gave him one last warm smile before taking a slow step backward. "Don't keep them waiting, Yu."

You turned on your heel, your figure disappearing into the crowd of people as you made your way toward the quieter hallway beyond the arena. You knew he'd find you the moment the interviews were over. 

Yuji stood there for another heartbeat, completely frozen. "...Fuck." he mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a helpless grin.

"ITADORI!" his coach barked.

Yuji jolted. "Right! Coming!"

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