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i. the exposition
You’ll never forget the first time you saw him.
He stumbled upon you when you were standing on the ledge of a bridge. Your eyes were closed, and you clutched a small locket to your chest. His voice was barely above a whisper when he first spoke to you. “What are you doing?” The words drew your attention to the boy’s presence. It was the expression on his face that captivated you at that moment. His eyes were wide, with panic clearly written on his face, and his mouth was parted slightly. Your eyes ghosted him from head to toe. You took note of his pink hair, his disheveled school uniform, and his shoes. As your eyes flickered back up, you noticed he was already looking at you.
“I’m going to jump.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you turned your head away from him. As stupid as it may have sounded, you didn’t want to see his reaction as he registered the words. As you looked across the water in the distance, you heard his footsteps crunching on the pavement below him. “Stop. Don’t come any closer to me.” You spoke, barely audible. The footsteps immediately halted, much to your relief. “Why?” The question lingered in your mind for a few seconds before you got the courage to respond. “Because I’m going to jump and I don’t want you to stop me.”
The next few seconds felt like years as you waited for his response. “Okay,” He started, “I won’t stop you, but will you at least talk to me for a moment before you decide to jump?” Your breath got caught in your throat. He must have noticed your hesitation because he continued talking. “I’ll even back up if that’ll make you feel more comfortable.” Without much thought, you nodded your head gingerly. You slowly reached back, grabbing the metal railing so you could safely turn yourself back around. As you threw your leg over one side of the railing, the boy approached you suddenly. You quickly opened your mouth to stop him, but he beat you to it.
“Relax a little bit. I’m only helping you over this railing, I’ll move as soon as I let you go. I did promise you after all.” His words successfully soothed you enough for him to wrap his hands around your waist tightly. He noticed a single tear rolling down your cheek. With his help, you were able to safely through your other leg over the metal barrier. True to his word, as soon as both feet hit the ground, he released his hands and shuffled back a couple of feet. He sat down rather quickly, and you instantly got the memo. You quietly sat down on your knees, with the heels of your feet snug between you and the ground. Silence filled the night as you fiddled with your hands in your lap.
For the first time of the night, you ask him the first question. “What’s your name?” Your voice is quiet, and you almost think he doesn’t hear you until he responds a moment later. “Itadori. What’s your name?” Ignoring his question, you follow up with another question of your own. “Why are you out here, Itadori?” Your eyes leave your lap, and stare off somewhere behind him, anywhere but where he resided. “I was bored and decided to go for a walk. I guess I lost track of time and ended up here.” You let out a small hum.
“Well, Itadori, I think it’s time that you should start heading ba-” “No.” “No?” He lets out a small laugh at the ridiculous look on your face. “I’m gonna stay right here just a little bit longer.” Without realizing it, a smile slowly creeps on your face for the first time of the night. As silence settles back in, you close your eyes and gently rest your head against the metal railing. With a moment of courage, you tell him your name. He repeats it a few times as if he’s testing how it tastes on his tongue.
Once again he says your name, however this time, he’s calling for your attention. “Have you done all the things you want to do, before… you know?” You immediately shake your head no. There were far too many things you wanted to do, it would be absolutely impossible for you to have completed them all. Subconsciously you reach back up to feel the comfort of your locket. You run your fingers across the smooth front as if it is the only thing that grounds you. “I wanted to fall in love at least once before jumping. I just wanted to know what it was like at least once before I go.”
“If you jump then you’ll never give yourself the chance to find it.” You open your mouth to speak but immediately close it. You know that. You’re not an idiot, after all. Itadori doesn’t know you or what you’re going through. You can’t find it in yourself to be mad at the boy though. You have to remind your subconscious that he means well. He means well. Your next phrase catches Itadori off guard. “Would you come here for a minute? I’m just cold and tired of speaking so loud and-” He stands up and wordlessly ends your rambling. The steps he takes seem like they’re in slow motion. For the first time of the night, he’s able to really get a good look at you.
Your hair, which was shaggy and desperately needed a haircut. Your complexion, which was beautifully illuminated by the moon’s light. Your eyes, puffy and red, were nonetheless beautiful. Your lips, which trembled slightly. Your clothes, which were ragged and filthy. And your neck, home to a small, silver locket. Out of all the things he observed, this seemed to stick out to him the most. He reached out his hand and lifted the jewelry off of your skin. He sat silently observing until you couldn’t bear it anymore. “There’s nothing in it. Pictures, I mean. Like there’s no pictures in it.”
You realize that he’s still confused when you notice the scrunch in his eyebrows. The side of your mouth curls up at the cute expression on his face. “I’ve never had anybody important enough to put in the locket. I just always liked how it looked and wore it anyway.” At your confession, he gently sets the locket back on your skin. “If there was ever someone important enough… would you put them there?” “I doubt that there ever would be, but if there was someone important enough, then yes.” It was that moment that he decided he wanted to be the one you put in the locket.
The two of you sat there until the sun began to rise, just talking and enjoying each other’s company. You only noticed the time when you felt yourself slowly nodding off. You moved to stand up, stretching when you finally stood completely. The action caused Itadori to rise as well. “Are you still gonna do it?” The question completely changed the atmosphere. You sat quietly for a moment, contemplating your response. “I don’t think I am, Itadori.” He rushed at you suddenly, causing you to jump back in surprise. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly and his head rested in the crook of your neck.
Once the shock factor wore off, you wrapped your arms around him. “Why are you hugging me? Is everything okay?” He nods without moving his head. “Yeah, I’m just relieved. I didn’t want you to jump.” You pull him even closer to you, disregarding any second thoughts. He, too, pulls you close. So close that all your senses are flooded with him: how he smells, how warm his body is, and even the rough material of his clothes. You stay like that until your body begins to cramp. “Let’s get you home, okay?” Nodding, you start to head towards the direction of your house.
ii. the dialogue
After that encounter, it’s like you saw him all the time.
He was constantly stopping by your house for various reasons. Sometimes he was bored, sometimes he was just “in the area”, but most times he was checking up on you. He would ask you things from if you’d eaten anything to what your favorite type of superhero was. Just for future reference, “the flying type” isn’t a good enough answer. You always told him he didn’t have to check up on you, and he always told you that he wanted to. You did eventually grow to love the routine. There was a short period where he didn’t come around for a few days, but you eventually found out it was because his grandfather had passed away.
Shortly after that encounter, Itadori began going to a new school. It seemed that the change had lit a fire under him. You were happy to hear that things were going well for him. He had made friends with his other classmates and was constantly pushing himself to be a better person. It made you feel better knowing that he had a place where he mattered.
You, on the other hand, were not doing as well as him. Your routine consisted of going to school, going to work at a local diner, and then waiting to see Itadori. On most days, only the first two happened. However, sometimes you were lucky enough to experience all three. If you weren’t able to see the pink-haired boy, your mind was filled with thoughts of him. You were constantly thinking of ways to repay him for his friendship and support.
On one particular day at the diner, a group of four walks in. You welcome them into the diner without turning away from the task you were doing. Sighing under your breath, you turn around and walk towards the table. Quickly putting on your best “work” smile, you look up to greet the guests. There was a boy with dark and messy hair, a girl with short, brown hair, a man with white hair and a blindfold… A blindfold? and then Itadori. As soon as your eyes meet, a grin stretches across his face.
He greeted you as he always does: with a call of your nickname and a casual question. While this was all normal for the two of you, it caught the attention of his friends. “You two know each other?” The man with the blindfold asks. Itadori quickly nods. “Yeah, we met on a bridge.” Your heart skips a beat at the mention of that night. The girl is the next one to speak up. “A bridge? Why on Earth would you have met on a bridge?” You make eye contact with Itadori, silently begging him to lie. “We were both just out on a stroll and bumped into each other.” He looks back up to see you relaxing a bit. He can’t help the grin that sneaks onto his face.
The rest of the encounter is as smooth as it can be. Itadori introduces you to the rest of the group, and there’s no more talk of the night on the bridge. You’re able to quickly take their orders and finish up the rest of your tasks before you need to leave. As you bring the check to the table, Gojo asks you a question. “You’re wearing a locket, do you have anyone special inside that locket?” A small laugh escapes your throat and you avoid the question, simply telling him it’s a secret you’ll never tell.
After finishing up their table, you go to the back to grab the remainder of your stuff. You expect the table to be empty, but you’re surprised to see all of the occupants still seated. After deciding not to talk to them, you give Itadori a small wave and head towards the exit. A call of your name stops you at the door. You turn your head to see Gojo waving you over. You let go of the handle and approach the table once more. The confusion on your face must be obvious because laughs erupt from all the people at the table. “Would you take a picture of all of us?” You nod your head while taking the phone from Nobara. You snap a few photos of the group and hand the phone back. As you get ready to head out, you’re stopped again.
“Would you take a photo of just the two of us?” You immediately shake your head and come up with excuses. “Itadori, I’m in my work clothes, I’ll look super gross.” He simply ignores your protests and gestures towards you. Losing the internal debate, you step forward. He hands Nobara the phone and steps closer to you. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you impossibly closer. After a three-second countdown, the first picture is taken. Megumi looks over her shoulder to see the final result. Immediately he shakes his head and takes the phone from her, handing it to Gojo.
“You,” he points to you, “act like you want to be in the picture. You look too stiff. And you,” he turns to Nobara, “suck at taking pictures. What is this? This is literally the blurriest picture I have ever seen.” You and Itadori giggle at the bickering in front of you, oblivious to the fact that Gojo is sneaking pictures of the two of you at the same time. Eventually you turn back to the camera and smile properly towards it. It almost makes you feel guilty for not telling him. You know you can’t though, it would just break his heart.
iii. the conflict
A year passes, and nothing is the same anymore.
Itadori isn’t happy like he used to be. When you’re talking you can tell that his mind is somewhere else, and the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. You have tried time and time again to figure out what’s changed but you come up short each and every time. These days it just seems like Itadori isn’t himself anymore like there’s someone else in his body entirely. He’s constantly switching between the sweet boy you know to this angry stranger you swear you’ve never met. It seemed to get worse and worse as the weeks went on, as if it was gradually stirring inside him.
You really can’t talk either though. You’re also a shell of what you used to be. That thing you’ve been hiding from him? It’s running towards you at full speed. You’re trying, fuck you’re trying, to not let it catch up to you but you’re becoming less successful as time goes on. Honestly, you’re surprised that he hasn’t caught on yet. The changes were subtle at first, but they’re becoming more drastic as the weeks pass.
It started off with lack of energy. You work all the time, it’s no surprise that you’re tired. You’re constantly running back and forth from home to school, then school to work, then work back home, only to do it all again the next day. On top of all the running around, you’re bombarded with work. All your classes have an abundance of homework that takes you hours every night, and work leaves you constantly making preparations for events they host. That’s why you’re so tired.
After you started to lose energy, you started to lose your appetite. Again, no big deal… Plenty of people lose their appetite from time to time. You are a young adult after all, you don’t need to eat all that much anyways. Besides, even if you were hungry, when would you have the time? You’re so busy that if you were to take the time to eat, you’d get so behind and you can’t let that happen. When you do eat, you feel so fucking nauseous. That’s normal though. You haven’t been eating much, so your stomach shrank a bit. You just over-ate and that was the consequence.
Then you started losing weight, like a lot of weight. It’s no big deal. You’re working so much through the day, of course you’re burning calories. There are so many people that would kill to lose weight like you are right now, you should feel so lucky that you’re able to work out so efficiently. Besides, you’re not really taking in any extra calories, so it’s expected that you would lose a little bit of weight.
Then it was the changes to your attitude. You found yourself getting increasingly irritated at the smallest things. You knew it was a problem when you lashed out on a kid who spilled their drink at the diner. Even knowing that it was an honest mistake, you still couldn’t stop yourself from overreacting. Everybody gets stressed, you’re worrying too much. With the combination of all the things above, it’s no wonder why you’re experiencing changes in your attitude.
Despite all of these changes, your pink-haired companion never mentioned it once. This is how you knew the changes were absolutely normal. Sweet, compassionate Itadori would have said something if you were acting out of the ordinary. He’s always been so perceptive, if something had been wrong surely Itadori would have noticed it by now. Right?
Despite the change in your dynamic, there were a lot of things that still stayed the same. When you guys would watch horror movies together, you would stay wrapped up in his arms, huddled under a fluffy blanket. That stayed the same. He would sometimes pop into the diner, even if it was only to order a drink. That also stayed the same. Come to think of it… all the things that really mattered stayed the same, so why are you even worried about it?
You told yourself this, until you literally could not anymore. The facade shattered the day he found you nearly lifeless on the floor. Your body was cold to the touch, and lacked color. You were rushed into the closest emergency room, still hanging on the verge of death. How long had you been asleep for?
iv. the complication
This sleep was not like any other type of sleep you had experienced before. For the first time in a while, you felt like you were fully relaxed. In addition to that, this was the first time you had dreamed in years. You’d expect that these dreams would be filled with dreams and nightmares, but instead they were filled with memories of the pink-haired boy.
It started with the night on the bridge.
Your mind replayed the events that lead you to that very moment. You remember the words the doctor had told you earlier that day. You remember running out of the building as though your life depended on it. Your feet didn’t stop until you reached the gates of a place you hadn’t been in a very long time. Your feet took you to the headstone with your family’s last name on it. Without much thought, you sank to your feet and sobbed for the first time in a long while. Your head was dropped low and your fingers were digging deep into the ground below you.
“Mom… Dad… I really wish you were here right now. I don’t know what to do right now. It happened. I have it too. I’m gonna die the same death that you did, Mom.” Your sobs ended your monologue momentarily. You cried and cried until there wasn’t any more moisture left in your body. “What do I do? Is there anything that’s even worth doing if I’m just going to end up right here in a few months anyways?” You let out a bitter laugh and then lifted your head up. You raised your fingers to the stone and began carefully wiping away the debris on it. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while. Truthfully, I’ve been trying to avoid the feelings that come with being here. Looking back on it now, I wish I would have spent a little more time here while I could… Please forgive me.”
You picked yourself up and slowly turned back towards the exit. You looked over your shoulder and spoke one last time, “I’ll see you guys soon, okay? Love you.” With that, you walked back towards town. The memory morphs to a later period in the night. The bridge finally came into sight. You felt the anxiety creeping its way up your spine. You stood there staring at the scene before you slowly started towards the railing. Again, you hesitated as the cool metal bit at your hands. Could you really do this? Even if you could do it, would anyone even care?
You aren’t sure how long you stood in the same position before you finally threw your leg over the railing. You swung the over one over too while you still had the surge of confidence. Both hands were still securely gripping the metal behind you. If anyone were to look close enough, they would see that you were gripping so tight that your knuckles had turned white. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to control your breathing. A moment of pure desperation comes over you, and you’re convinced that if it had not happened then you would have never said the next words that came out of your mouth.
“Universe, if this is wrong… please give me a sign.” The words were so softly spoken that even you were unsure if you had actually said them or not. You had decided that you would give the universe ten seconds to give you a sign, and if it didn’t then you would jump. As you started the countdown, your mind began throwing all sorts of thoughts at you.
10..
“This is stupid anyways.”
9..
“Why are you even out here if you don’t want to jump?”
8..
“I’m not going to get a sign.”
7..
“Do I actually want the universe to give me a sign?”
6..
“No, that’s ridiculous.”
5.. “
Please, universe, please.”
4..
“Looks like it’s not happening.”
3..
“Mom, Dad, please don’t be mad at me.” You reached up and gently grasped your mother’s locket one last time.
2..
“Is it too soon to come home?”
As soon as you reached one, you were interrupted by a voice that wasn’t your own. “What are you doing?” You immediately felt relief. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes at the turn of events. This was your sign. The universe had actually given you a sign. Your heart was beating so quickly inside your chest you were afraid that it might jump out.
The dream changes again. This time to a much happier memory.
You’re back in your house. There’s some soft music playing from Itadori’s phone. You’re in his arms, both of you are dancing like idiots. Neither of you care though. You’re both making terrible jokes and giggling like maniacs. The two of you had watched a movie and determined that the main characters were being absolutely dramatic. There was absolutely no way that the dance they were trying to do was actually that hard.
You confidently tell him that the two of you could perfect the whole dance in the span of 20 minutes. After listening to him talk about his “two left feet” you resort to dragging him off the couch. The two of you try to dance, but can’t in complete silence. He caves and searches up a playlist for you two to dance to. The music is soft, much different in comparison to the music used in the movie. You don’t care though, you’re having too much fun to give a damn.
You dance around like morons for about five minutes until you both drop. You’re both out of breath and sore from smiling so much. It’s honestly one of the happiest moments you’ve experienced in a while. You’re so happy that you don’t even realize he is leaning in to kiss you. You only come back to the present when his lips are on yours. They’re soft and have a thin coat of cherry chapstick on them.
Your hands make their way up his body. One rests on the side of his face, while the other one fists a handful of his shirt. The two of you stay locked at the lips for a moment before you both pull away for air. Your foreheads rest against each other as you both enjoy each other’s company. You can’t help the dorky smile that graces your face. The two of you spend the rest of the night stealing kisses from each other as you finish the movie. You come to love the taste of cherry chapstick by the end of the night.
The memory keeps morphing, time and time again. Some of the memories are happy and some of them leave you feeling cold and empty. As you relive the last year of your life, you are completely unaware of the boy sitting in the hospital room chair. He’s half asleep and completely worried about you. The few days of not eating or drinking are finally starting to catch up to him. You don’t hear him as he falls to his knees, begging someone for help.
“Please Sukuna, help them. I’ll do whatever you want, I just can’t lose them too.”
A deep, malicious chuckle and the sobs of the boy are the only sounds that fill the room.
v. the climax
You wake after three days. Your body is aching and your throat is unbearably dry. As your eyes crack open, you flinch due to the bright lights. Your eyes scan across the bland room but stop when they come across a figure. It’s Itadori. He’s slouched uncomfortably in a small, padded chair. There are distinct bags under his eyes, and he looks a little bit pale. You see that his hand is still clutching on to yours, despite being asleep.
“Itadori… Wake up.” Immediately his eyes snap open and meet with yours. He leaps out of the chair and nearly crushes his body with yours. It hurts a little bit, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for the world. Your arms come up to embrace him, your thumbs caressing his skin gently. A knock on the door brings you both back to reality. Guilt floods your body as you see who walks through the door.
It’s the doctor. Not just any doctor, your doctor. The first thing you notice is his expression. It’s a mixture of sadness and pure disappointment. He picks up your chart and flips through some of the notes that the nurses made. After a brief moment reading them, he raises his head back to talk to you. “How have you been? I see that you’ve changed a little bit since the last time we’ve met.”
It’s true. Your body weighs a fraction of what it used to. Your clothes are baggy on you, almost looking two sizes too big. Your hair has lost all shininess and softness. Your nails are brittle. You look like a skeleton walking around in your skin. In this comment, Itadori takes a closer look at you. He feels sick to his stomach. How has he not noticed all the changes?
“It’s because you’ve been so worried about me, fool.” Sukuna’s voice rings in his head, and immediately sends him into a fit of rage and panic on the inside. Externally, he continues scanning over your body, beating himself up even more each time he notices something new. Sukuna continues to patronize him, taking full advantage of his vulnerability.
“What do you mean “since the last time we met”, doctor?” The question is full of raw curiosity and increases the level of guilt you feel in your gut. You silently beg that your doctor doesn’t tell him what you’ve tried so hard to hide. Unfortunately it seems that your doctor doesn’t get the memo. He hardly hesitates to tell Itadori that you’ve been sick for months now. He even adds the information that you’ve been refusing to take the medication. In your defense though, the medication makes you feel so sick that you can’t keep it down.
“You’re sick?” You hesitantly meet his gaze. You nod, solely because you don’t trust yourself to speak at the moment. Your doctor decided to give you two a moment, but not before speaking once more. “It’s not my place, but I do have some advice for you: if you care about this boy, you’ll be honest with him.” The atmosphere becomes even heavier when he closes the door.
Hesitantly, you begin telling him everything. You talk about how your mom had the illness and how it slowly ate away at her until she was hardly there anymore. You talk about how her death ruined your father, and how he joined her side once more. You tell him that a year ago the doctor had told you that you only had a couple months to live. You even tell him all the events that lead to the bridge incident.
The whole time, his face reads one emotion: betrayal. How could you have not told him this? Especially knowing how much he had cared about you. Hypocrite. The voice inside him tells him. He knows he shouldn’t be angry but he can’t help it. He’s tired of seeing people in his life not get a proper death. You deserve one, he reasons. You’re too good of a person to be taken away from him like this.
The tears roll freely. He won’t even look at you right now. As he reaches the door, he tells you that he’ll be back. He just needs a moment to compose his thoughts, he reasons. Without saying a word, you nod. As soon as you hear the click, the floodgates open. You’re profusely crying now. You cry until your body reaches peak exhaustion, and you fall asleep once again
He doesn’t come back until the next day. Doctors and nurses had been in and out of the room for various reasons. The door opens and in comes the pink-haired boy. He’s holding a bag, and doesn’t make eye contact until he sits down. Wordlessly, he reaches into the bag and begins pulling out things. There’s a few flowers, a stuffed animal, and then a picture. It’s not just any picture though, it’s the one you took at the diner that day.
He grabs one last thing out of the bag. It’s scissors. “Hand me your locket…Please.” You nod and begin to unclasp it from around your neck. You reach across the hospital bed and set it in his open palm. Gently he opens the locket, preparing to place the two faces in the jewelry. A sound escapes his mouth.
Inside there’s already a picture… a picture of him on one side and you on the other side. When did you do that? His hand closes around the locket and he holds it to his chest. “When did you do that?” A small smile crosses your face as you think back to the events. “I did it the night we took it. I got the picture from Gojo that night.” You look at him, trying desperately to read his facial expression. A chuckle leaves his mouth.
vi. the resolution
Your heart breaks for both of you as the doctor tells you the news. Judging by your condition, he suspects that there’s only a few more days left for you. You don’t care for yourself, you care for the sweet boy you’ve grown to love. After hearing this, you spend every single moment together. You talk about every single thing you can think of. You hear about his friends, his family, and his childhood.
It makes everything worth it, you think to yourself. You make sure that every time you kiss him, it’s like the last time. You never know when it could be, so you’re always extra careful. All the tension is gone, he’s not mad at you. How could he possibly be mad at you? You were scared, he can’t blame you for that. Especially when it’s the same reason he’s been keeping secrets from you.
He had planned to tell you. Honestly, he did. However, after learning what he did, he couldn’t bear to see you worry even more about him. He knew it would be hard enough for you to let go without knowing that, so how would you act when you did learn that. That thought alone is what kept him sane. It would only hurt you. He can’t be the one who hurts you anymore.
You know death is coming, and you’re scared that each time you close your eyes, it’s going to catch you. You decide that it’s time to say your goodbyes, just so you know you get to say it. “Itadori, I want to tell you something, and I want you to listen until I’m done.” He nods his head, telling you to continue.
“I was scared of death, terrified even. When you came to me that night on the bridge, I was so relieved. It didn’t end there though. You slowly gave me a reason to live. You erased one of my biggest fears. Dying without leaving anything behind- that’s what I was most scared of. But I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m leaving behind memories- memories that you’ll get to carry on for me.
I know that I will keep living on through you, and that’s more than enough for me. It’s way more than I could have ever asked for truthfully. Do you remember what you asked me that night, Itadori?” He immediately nodded. How could he ever forget, he asks himself. “ You asked me if I had done all the things I wanted to do before jumping.” The tears start rolling down your face as you get ready to continue. “I can confidently say that I have done everything I wanted to do now. I know what love feels like because of you. I have experienced the happiness that comes along with love. So thank you Itadori, thank you for helping me do the one thing I wanted to do before dying.
I’m not sure how long I have left in this world, but I know that I couldn’t leave before telling you that. I just have one request for you. Please don’t rush death, seriously, take your time. You are too good to not experience life to its fullest. Don’t ever hold back, and I want you to be happy. When I die, don’t let that stop you from giving your heart to other people. Promise me that, okay?”
“I promise.”
“I look forward to watching you every day that you spend here on Earth. And I promise you that I will be patiently waiting for you to join me up there, okay? I love you, Itadori.” He throws himself on top of you and sobs for what feels like forever. Over and over he mumbles how much he loves you and begs you not to leave him so soon. You pull away to kiss him one last time before you finally knock on heaven’s door.
It’s peaceful, you think. In the entire time that you’d imagined dying, you never thought that it would be as gentle as it was. You could slowly feel the pain and suffering leave your body as you headed toward the light.
It nearly kills him. He didn’t spend nearly enough time with you. The days seem to combine as he drowns in his own sorrow. Not even his own upcoming execution phases him. Megumi, Nobara, Todo, Gojo, and Nanami try their very hardest to console him but it’s simply no use. They can’t blame him for feeling the way that he feels, they know it must be excruciatingly painful. And it is.
A few weeks pass and he finds himself sat in front of you- or what used to be you at least. He’s sat here talking to your grave for what feels like hours, alongside his very best friends. He’s come here every day since they’ve lowered you into the ground, each day bringing you flowers. He always tells you how much he misses you, and how he can’t wait to come home to you. He knows he’ll finally be at peace when he does. He’ll finally get to see your beautiful face again. He misses hearing you tell him you love him. He doesn’t know how he’s gone on so long without you.
Eventually, he finds the strength to stand up and leave. The ride is silent, filled with everybody’s sad thoughts. He walks inside the building, listening to the higher-ups as they explain to him what exactly is going to happen. He nods along, not even listening to what they have to say. As the chains wrap around his wrist, he finds himself smiling. Right before the process begins, he looks to his friends one last time.
“Don’t be sad guys, we always knew this was going to happen. And besides, I have someone up there who’s waiting for me.”
And he does.
As the life leaves his body, he sees you standing there patiently waiting, just like you promised.