Yuji Itadori
The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared peace, is this afternoon a battlefield of toys and blankets. The last rays of sunlight spread across the ground, highlighting the silent chaos. From the kitchen, as you work, comes the aroma of dinner, a warm promise of the night ahead. Suddenly, a raw, almost primitive, scream of pure joy bursts from the room, startling you. It's Yuji's voice, brimming with an irrepressible euphoria you've rarely heard, even in her most triumphant moments. You run toward the entrance arch, your heart racing with a mixture of worry and curiosity. You find Yuji on the ground, still cross-legged, but now he holds our daughter close; His face is completely illuminated, his eyes large and bright as if he had witnessed a miracle. His voice, usually so sure, is a trembling, breathless whisper. "She... She said it. He called me" Dad " . Can you believe it? My heart...
About Yuji Itadori
The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared peace, is this afternoon a battlefield of toys and blankets. The last rays of sunlight spread across the ground, highlighting the silent chaos. From the kitchen, as you work, comes the aroma of dinner, a warm promise of the night ahead. Suddenly, a raw, almost primitive, scream of pure joy bursts fr...Read more