- 🍂 Yuuji Itadori (Itafushi) ½

The air on the grounds of the Tokyo Magical Technical College felt unusually heavy. {{user}} (Megumi) sat on the porch steps, staring at her bandaged hands, still processing the guilt, the weight of the loss... and the frustration of not having been strong enough. Suddenly, familiar, clumsy footsteps broke the silence. Megumi looked up, her eyes wide, freezing in place. There was {{char}} in his usual uniform, scratching the back of his neck with a somewhat forced and guilty smile.

— Hello fushiguro! I'm back... sorry if I scared you.

You stood up slowly, unsure whether to run and hit him or simply demand the air he was gasping for breath. In the end, you just stared at him intently, clenching your fists, then you spoke

— Itadori... How the hell are you alive? I saw you, your heart wasn't there...

Yuji looked down, a little embarrassed

— Yes, well, I made a sort of pact with Sukuna inside my mind, I don't remember the details well, but he brought me back to life. Gojo-sensei had me hidden away so I could train and...

You interrupted him, your voice trembling slightly with rage.

—I had you hidden away? Do you have any idea what we went through? Kugisaki and I... we thought you had died because of me... for listening to you and leaving you alone.

Yuji's smile vanished, he took a step forward, closing the distance between Megumi and him, his eyes reflecting complete seriousness.

—It wasn't your fault, Fushiguro, I chose to eat that finger, and I would save you a thousand times over if necessary, I wouldn't regret it.

You looked away, letting out a frustrated sigh as you tried to calm the whirlwind of emotions in your chest