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okkotsu yuta

He had been gone for a while now.

It was all you could think about; even with all the pain and suffering going on, all that you could focus on was the emptiness that you carried. The hole which only Yuta could fill.

You liked to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same; maybe he, too, felt this. Burning in his chest as he thought of you, or a nagging anxiety every morning at the thought of his leaving. Maybe he wanted to talk to you, send you some kind of letter, but it would compromise his mission. Maybe, just maybe, he loved you with just the same passion as you did him.

"C'mon, [Name], we gotta keep moving," Megumi pat your back, pushing you alongside him as you both made your way towards where Itadori should be, leaving behind the destruction of the city, "make sure you're keeping your eyes out, there's still a lot of cursed spirits around."

"Don't treat me like a kid, Megumi," you knew you were sulking, but was it so bad even Megumi could notice? "You know I'm older and stronger than you, right?"

"I don't know if you're stronger, but—"

"Ah, ah, ah, I am most definitely stronger than you," what can you say, you're too proud to admit defeat. You knew he was probably stronger than you, but why admit to it when you can mess with him, "you're forgetting, I was able to survive without having to go to Shoko, unlike someone..."

"Bruh, now you're gonna shame me for almost dying?"

"Yep."

He sighed, a small smile on his face as you kept on marching forward. It's the least you could do in a time like this; lightening the mood in this heavy of an atmosphere is hard, but I guess you were harder.

You two had been walking for a while now; you two had met half way through, catching up about all the things that had happened during your guys' time apart in Shibuya. He told you about his near-death experience, you told him about your futile trial at rescuing anyone. The jist. And, for as much as you had gotten on Megumi for his wounds, you were practically running on empty, now, focusing all of your energy onto the giant gash on your thigh. He could probably sense it; the pooling of cursed energy on your leg, but he was just too nice to say anything. Good boy.

Well, considering how upset you were just a few seconds ago, he probably wanted to spare you the burden of dealing with anything more upsetting than your heartbreak. After all, he knew about unrequited love.

One of your biggest fears all this time has been the idea of his death. That maybe he just wasn't strong enough to stand against his opponent, or just couldn't make it on his own after all. You knew, deep down, this was practically impossible with Rika by his side, but... maybe that's why he couldn't write to you. If it's even a possibility, you wouldn't mind believing in it... if only for the consolation that it brought you.

You felt all over the place; worrying one second, and joking around the other. It felt like a spiral of emotions, but to suppress these worries would only go against you. Go against the fight you still needed to have; the strength that was necessary to survive during these trying times.