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Dear Nanamin,
“You got it from here.” Those were the last words you said to me and frankly, I think you might have been overestimating me, thinking too much of me. Nanamin, I didn’t in fact, get it from there. Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong.
You died. You died, Nanamin. The same thing that killed Junpei killed you too.
And then it got Kugisaki too. I think. I don’t really know if she’s alive or not, apparently she’s fighting but… no one’s sure. Todo lost an arm, and I don’t think I’ve hated a thing more in my life. I killed it. The curse. Mahito. It’s dead. But I can’t really feel satisfied killing it after it’s caused all this pain and hurt so many people.
They fed me more fingers. They force-fed me and I couldn’t control it when he came out. Nanamin, so many people died. So many people died because I couldn’t do the one thing I’m good for. I’m meant to contain Sukuna, keep him at bay, that’s the only reason I’m alive. And I couldn’t even do that.
I wish you were here.
You’re gone and Gojo-sensei is gone. it’s weird. It feels so wrong.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
I met Okkotsu-senpai. He tried to kill me.
Well, that’s not exactly true. He did kill me. But then he brought me back to life. I don’t really understand why he brought me back or why he was so relieved I wasn’t dead. It would probably be for the better if I was dead.
Okkotsu-senpai is nice. He said Gojo-sensei asked him to keep an eye out for us, explained some circumstances.
Fushiguro asked for my help in saving his sister, apparently she’s involved in the culling games thing that Kenjaku devised. A lot is going on Nanamin. I’m tired but I don’t deserve a break, not after what I’ve done. If he wants my help, it’s the least I can do.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
I’m tired. I’m so tired.
This is exhausting but I have to keep helping out.
I haven’t had the chance to even mourn you. Everything has been nonstop going since Shibuya. I don’t think there’s a body left to even bury and that hurts more than anything.
Nanamin, I wish we could have spent more time together. I wish I could have cooked you my famous meatballs that Fushiguro loves so much, I wish you could have taught me more, I wish… I wish a lot of things and unfortunately I’m not lucky enough for any of my wishes to be granted. I’m not even lucky enough to die.
Hey, Nanamin, would you kill me if I asked you to?
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
We’re going on a mission to recruit Hakari-senpai and Kirara-senpai, who used to be third years at the school. It’s Fushiguro and I.
I saw Maki-san. She’s recovering well, she seems back to normal basically, just scarred. She’s going to the Zenin clan, I don’t know why though.
I miss you, Nanamin.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
We’re going into the games soon, or the colonies. Whatever they’re called. I don’t really know, it’s all a little confusing to me.
I don’t know if I’m even going to have time to write to you, but I will try my best. Writing these letters feels like a reprieve of sorts, it’s like my little getaway from reality, where I can just sit down, pen down my thoughts and pretend I’m saying them to you, pretend you’re sitting in front of me and that I can hear your voice telling me it’s all going to be okay.
But the reality of the matter is that it’s not okay, and that’s why I treasure writing here so much, because I get to pretend for a little.
Maybe I’ll see you soon. No one knows what the future holds in a world like this.
Yuji.
Dear Nanamin,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. We’ve been busy fighting people and trying to stay alive. We found… a girl. She has a spirit in here, an old one.
I feel awful whenever I laugh or smile at something she says, it makes me feel like I’m replacing Kugisaki. Kugisaki who came to help me and ended up with her eye blown out of her socket and –
I feel guilty. Like I’m replacing her when I don’t even know if she’s still alive. Nanamin, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t have anyone to ask for help, for advice. You’re gone, and Gojo-sensei is gone. The Principal is dead and Choso is in Tengen’s barrier.
Choso is my brother… apparently. It’s a long story.
Nanamin, I wish it was me instead of you. I know you’d be able to help everyone more than I am. You’re smarter, more rational, more responsible, you’re a better person. You should have lived.
I’m sorry.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
I failed.
Nanamin, I failed Fushiguro. Megumi. It feels wrong to call him Fushiguro now, but I don’t know if I have the right to call him Megumi.
He’s gone. He’s fucking gone.
Sukuna somehow had me in a binding vow or something and he took over my body. He made me forget that it was even a thing and then he ripped off my finger and fed it to Meg Fushig he fed it to him.
I don’t feel Sukuna’s presence in my body anymore, there’s no darkness lurking in the back of my mind, no voice telling me to kill everyone and then myself. He’s not there. Because he’s in my best friend’s body. Nanamin, he’s in my best friend’s body and it’s all my fault and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I couldn’t even save his sister like he asked. She has an ancient being in her body too. They’re both gone and meanwhile I’m still here.
Why am I still here?
Gojo-sensei is gone. Kugisaki is gone. You’re gone. The Fushiguro’s are gone. So why am I still here suffering. Alone.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
There might be a way for us to bring back Gojo-sensei from the Prison Realm.
That’s a relief. Maybe he’ll put me out of my misery –
It’ll be good for everyone to have someone strong to rely on, someone good. Not like me.
I missed Gojo-sensei. But how can I look him in the eye and tell him I failed him, tell him that his son is gone and it’s all my fault. How can I do that, Nanamin?
I wish you were here to tell me what to do.
Yuji
Dear Nanamin,
Gojo-sensei is back.
Hana used her technique and opened the box. He’s here, he’s back.
Ijichi-san and Ieiri-san told him what happened to you. I think. I couldn’t do it.
He’s going to fight Kenjaku, and Sukuna. Sukuna who’s in Me Fush Megumi’s body. If either of them – Nanamin, I can’t lose them. I don’t know what I’d do. I’ve lost so much; I don’t know if my heart can take any more.
You’d probably be telling me it’s stupid to think like that, huh? That I should have more faith in the adults, and I shouldn’t be worrying. But it’s not so easy anymore. And you’re not here to tell me that, so forgive me for spiraling. There’s no one left to assure me.
Yuji