[ Yuji lets one arm move, covering his face as he breathes in and out, harsh and ragged.
It's not just from the spar, is it? It helped, but it hasn't made everything go away. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the flashes of what Sukuna did behind his eyes; he can see Mahito touching Nanamin, the explosion of his body; he can see Kugisaki's final moments in front of. He can picture his own failure to get Mahito, his own wish to die, thrumming through him like an echo.
His shoulders shake, just a little, and he wheezes out a sound, his heart aching. ]
You won. I couldn't keep up this time, dandelion. You were great.
[ Gojo-sensei, trapped in a box.
Geto-san's kids, murdered.
Ijichi-san, stabbed.
Megumi, almost killed.
So much, and it feels like it happened a day ago. ]
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[ Yuji lets one arm move, covering his face as he breathes in and out, harsh and ragged.
It's not just from the spar, is it? It helped, but it hasn't made everything go away. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the flashes of what Sukuna did behind his eyes; he can see Mahito touching Nanamin, the explosion of his body; he can see Kugisaki's final moments in front of. He can picture his own failure to get Mahito, his own wish to die, thrumming through him like an echo.
His shoulders shake, just a little, and he wheezes out a sound, his heart aching. ]
You won. I couldn't keep up this time, dandelion. You were great.
[ Gojo-sensei, trapped in a box.
Geto-san's kids, murdered.
Ijichi-san, stabbed.
Megumi, almost killed.
So much, and it feels like it happened a day ago. ]