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Gojo looked down at the hole in his abdomen, instinctively reaching to grab at what should have been his stomach, only to coat his hand in blood. He keeled over, looking up at his opponent.
Is this what dying feels like?
His vision became blurred, the world around him spinning, as he slowly lost touch of reality. The taste of blood in his mouth was the only thing that grounded him. But...I never even got to say goodbye. Megumi. Yuji. Nobara. Sans.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on the small of his back. "What is it...?" he choked, throat hoarse. He went into a coughing fit, sending ripples of excruciating pain through his whole body.
"Hehe. Hey buddy," a familiar, nonchalant voice responded. "You're hurt..."
"It's nothing," Gojo replied, wincing. "I'll just use RCT...don't worry about it..."
Moments of tension boiled between them as Gojo continued to bleed.
"For some reason, you can't use RCT right now, can you, bud?" Sans said gently. Gojo nodded.
"He...he must have done something..."
"Let's do something," Sans said. "Let me know if it hurts."
He proceeded to gingerly move Gojo's body into his arms, his head resting on the crook of San's radius.
If I'm going to die, at least I'll die happy. Gojo thought. Here, in the arms of my closest friend. My confidante.
"Listen, buddy, I have something to tell you..."
Gojo nodded solemnly.
"I...I think I know."
They then shared a passionate kiss until Gojo died.