The Value of Our Lives

Pelagic : Disturbance

⚠  This is part 2 of Two Hands Will Never Be Enough ⚠ 

⚠  If you start here you will be very, very lost ⚠ 

When Fushiguro woke up, it was to pink, fluffy hair in his face. Strong, thick arms were wrapped around him and jammed under his shirt, palms pressed against his bare skin, and the blanket was all twisted up around them. It was feverishly hot because Yuji had enough body heat to rival the sun and then somehow win. Sweat soaked them where they made contact and ran off the places where they didn't.

After some detangling and lots of prying, he freed himself from his boyfriend's death grip. Yuji whined, hands pawing over the bed to find him,"Come back."

Fushiguro stretched, still locked in a groggy haze,"I'm going to be right back. I'm changing into something that isn't soaked in sweat."

When he came back in something looser and cooler, he found that Yuji had decided his yellow hoodie made a better pillow and kicked the rest of the blanket off. He appreciated the sight as Yuji folded his arms under the hoodie, back muscles shifting under his skin. 'There is thirst, and there is thirst,'he thought. Water bottles almost completely forgotten in hand, he came back to reason and reality,"You should drink some water."

He rolled over and looked at him, eyes half open and face covered in indents courtesy of unyielding fabric against skin,"Alright."

The water bottle was in his hand and his face scrunched up like he'd been offered pond water full of algae but wanted to be polite,"Thanks, Gumi."

He drank slowly, making sure to pace himself so he could breathe through his nose. He focused on the fact he could breathe, reminding himself he wasn't drowning. That he was fine. Everything was okay. The light helped comfort him, the soft glow illuminating the room in a way that was completely different from Sukuna's domain. Soft brown hues from the wood and gentle, aged yellows on the ceiling,"How long were we out?"

Fushiguro pulled out his phone and turned the screen on,"About three hours, I think. I'm not sure when we passed out."

Yuji nodded and hummed, twisted the bottle before recapping it and placing it on the nightstand,"So now what? We tell Gojo?"

"We should,"Fushiguro said,"I might just bring him here, though. The walls have ears and, if you went, the higher ups would find out before we figure out what's going on."

Yuji snorted,"There's not way they're watching me that closely."

"They, uh, they probably are. You're on death row, Yuji."

"That makes sense,"Yuji said, looking down at his hands. He'd let Fushiguro believe that. It was easier than explaining his late night trips,"I like to forget."

"Well, don't forget this,"Fushiguro said, grabbing his hand,"If I can help it you're not dying."

Yuji lifted the hand to his face, placing a small kiss on the back of his hand. Fushiguro's heart stopped for a moment when he did it. His smile was sad, a quiet resignation,"I'm glad I met you. All you've ever wanted to do is save me."

"I am going to save you,"he said,"Now wait here while I go get Gojo."

He left and Sukuna's voice came back to burst his happy little bubble,"I warned you, brat. If you think that sorcerer won't tear the truth from you eventually, you're a fool."

"I won't say anything,"Yuji mumbled as his fingers dug into the blanket.

"If you're half as complacent as you are now, you will. I can promise you that much,"Sukuna said.