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[Name] felt the sun's warmth beaming down on them, but they couldn't bring themselves to appreciate it. How could the world continue to bask in the sun's rays with such radiance when one of their dear friends had just met a tragic end? Itadori didn't deserve this. He was the embodiment of life and energy.

Seated on a staircase, the trio—Fushiguro, [Name], and Kugisaki—sat side by side, their collective silence amplifying the void left by Itadori's laughter and infectious spirit.

"Live a long and happy life, huh?" Kugisaki repeated, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Doesn't mean much when you go and die yourself. He must be joking." Her gaze then shifted to Fushiguro, her eyes bearing an unspoken question. "Is this your first time having a partner die?" How do you cope with it? The unsaid words hung heavily in the air. [Name] could read between the lines, conveying their shared sense of loss and the need to find a way to endure it.

Fushiguro's brow furrowed as he responded, "First time for someone my age. Most Jujutsu sorcerers are older since it's rare to find newcomers in our line of work."

Kugisaki let out a weary sigh and leaned her head on [Name]'s shoulder. [Name] offered silent comfort by resting their head on hers, sharing the weight of their collective grief. Kugisaki then addressed Fushiguro again, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "You seem to be handling it quite well, considering..." She trailed off, her gaze fixed on the stone steps.

Fushiguro responded, his tone heavy, "Same to you." He couldn't find the right words to say to [Name], who had tears welling up in the corners of their eyes, as they tried to navigate the distressing emotions that swirled within them as they lost another friend once again.

Kugisaki let out a breathless laugh, trying to maintain her composure. "Of course. I mean, I only knew him for what? Two weeks?" She paused, her laughter revealing the unspoken tension beneath the surface. "I'm not some simple girl who breaks down bawling when a guy I barely know dies. Jeez, have some faith in me."

[Name] noticed Kugisaki's quivering lips and the vulnerability in her eyes as she spoke. They could feel the same emotions welling up within themselves. In a silent gesture of support, [Name] linked their arm with Kugisaki's, and she responded by sniffling and hiding her head in [Name]'s shoulder, her facade of strength crumbling.

"I'm really going to miss him," [Name] whispered softly, their voice carried away by the gentle breeze that ruffled their first-year uniform. Fushiguro, deep in thought, let out a sigh of agreement as he gazed up at the sky.

"Indeed," he responded, his mind briefly lost in memories of their fallen friend.

Kugisaki, still seeking solace in [Name]'s shoulder, muffled her words. "And to think it's this hot. Do you reckon it's about time to switch to the summer uniforms?"

"Probably," [Name] replies, glancing at Fushiguro, who does indeed look gloomier than usual.

However, before [Name] can elaborate, a new voice cuts through the conversation, capturing their attention. "Huh? What is this?" A tall woman, her green hair tied neatly in a ponytail and a confident stride, approaches the trio. She's armed with a polearm and sports a pair of glasses, and she's dressed in a jujutsu uniform with a long skirt. Her striking golden eyes add an air of intensity to her presence, and her appearance immediately draws their attention. [Name] to want to fan themselves due to the heat. Yes, the heat from the sun.

The woman's words leave [Name] feeling a mix of emotions even if she is hot, but they take a moment to collect themselves. It's clear from her expression that she isn't aware of the recent tragedy.

"Zen'in-senpai," Fushiguro calmly acknowledges her, his gaze shifting in her direction.

However, her reaction is far from calm. Annoyance and irritation mar her features, making it clear that she dislikes being addressed by her family name. From [Name]'s perspective, it's apparent that there's some unresolved tension tied to her family, which may explain her disgust to the name. [Name] is cautious not to rush to any judgments, wanting to get to know her better.