𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 || Itadori Yuji

Megumi Fushiguro

Ne, problem child, 

we haven't talked a lot in the last few days, huh? 

Sorry, I've been busy, you know? The whole dying thingy. 

Eh, who cares. 

Actually, nevermind. I do. I care- 

You'd probably tell me 'You idiot.' and make fun of me, if I was with you in this moment. 

I always liked to think of us as Achilles and Patroclus, two souls bound together bound to end in tragety. I guess I was right, after all. 

You would be Patroclus in this situation. 

You hate yourself, I know. I hear you crying in your room late at night. Sometimes, when you think that nobody is listening, I hear you calling out to your mother, your father, your sister. I hear you calling out for me. 

I wanted to tell you, before this all happened. But then you told me you didn't care for me. 

I did not want to believe it. I still don't, I suppose. I heard your mirror shattering that night. Maybe you just didn't want to think of me. 

I do not think you realise how much I love you, even in death.

I suppose that's one thing that seperates us from Achilles and Patroclus, huh? 

I died first. And maybe I didn't take on a whole army, but I did help people and exorcrised lots of curses. Did you see? I looked so cool. I think. 

Sensei told me you liked me too. He said you liked my hair. Maybe you were coping too. 

Goodbye, I guess. 

I loved you. 

Idk who this is for. See it as a way to calm my aching heart. I want to love someone as much as Icarus loved Apollon, so that they can love me as Achilles loved Patroclus.