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The scent of death can be tasted in the air as Yuuji scans the area he’s at. Ah right he remembers where he is, now. He remembers everything that has happened the past few hours. How Sukuna, the King of Curses, the demon that’s inside his body, went on a rampage and committed mass genocide, how Gojo-sensei his beloved teacher was sealed, and how all of his friends that he cared for dearly were slaughtered in front of his face.
Yuuji didn't understand what horrible thing he did to receive this horrendous punishment. All he wanted was to save people and follow what his grandfather wished for, but look where he is now, look what he has caused, look at all those innocent lives he took.
It was unbearable, the guilt he felt was really fucking unbearable. He really wished he would wake up from this horrible nightmare one day. Oh, how he wished he could wake up to the usual loud banging of his room’s door from none other than his sensei, Gojo Satoru. How he wished he could still continue to live his life with Kugisaki and Fushiguro by his side. But truthfully, he knew that this was none other than a childish dream, for the actual harsh reality awaits.
Yuuji clenches his fist as he struggles to stand on his feet. His body trembling and his head was spinning, the world felt like it was falling apart. His eyes widen when he felt something cold came streaming down his cheek. He lifts his hand, reaching to touch his cheek only to realize- ah, he was crying. All the pent-up feelings, the bottled emotions he tried so hard to put aside, finally decided to come streaming down all at once, like a dam that failed to restrict the flow of water.
He couldn’t stop trembling, couldn't stop crying. Both of his hands reached out to cover his eyes and the never-ending flow of tears, afraid someone would see him in his vulnerable state. When in reality, he was alone. He felt his knees start to give up as he falls to the ground. His other hand now on the floor with one hand covering his face as he continues to sob.
He wonders what he could’ve had, and what his friends could’ve had if he never ate Sukuna’s finger that day. He cries his eyes out, letting the guilt and regret swallow him whole as he hears Sukuna’s wicked laughter echoing through his head.