[COMPLETED] When YN was a teenager, she saved a mother and an infant from a car fire using her cursed technique, which allows her to seize one's body in order to render them immunity for a short period of time. As a result, she absorbs damage to her...
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part 12 —- chokehold
"It's not much, but it should do for now while you get back on your feet, YN-san." Yaga says as he stands by the door, watching YN look around the small yet simple and tidy room. It's just as she remembers it during her days as a student, except the furniture has been updated and the walls have been painted over.
"It's perfect, Yaga-sensei. Thank you." YN replies, shooting him a warm smile.
"I'll leave you to it then. Itadori is in the room on your right and Megumi is on the left. Let me know if they cause too much havoc at night."
YN nods and Yaga leaves, closing the door shut behind him. As soon as she is alone in the room, her head drops and she lets out a sigh in exhaustion. Her energy has felt completely depleted since that day at the cemetery, and to top it off her house was set on fire and Asuko somehow got her phone number.
She asks herself when will things start to get better.
She opens a window and leans against her elbows, taking in the fresh air. She tries to meditate but her mind begins to wonder about Gojo and what he could possibly be doing. She knows he saw the message and that it fuelled his rage, so there was no doubt in my mind that he truly did go and 'take care of things'.
The thought of it makes her feel unsettled and queasy.
She was supposed to go to his house for dinner but she still hasn't heard from him. What was taking him so long? Did he kill Asuko? Was he cleaning up the crime scene?
Before she knows it, she is hunched over the empty trashcan that is under the desk. Nothing comes out of her empty stomach but she continues to dry heave as the muscles in her abdomen spasm and contort.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and slowly sits up, tears pricking her eyes. A knock on the door causes her to pull herself up to stand completely and she clears her throat.
"Just a second," she squeaks, hastily adjusting her hair and clothes.
"Are you okay, YN-san?" Itadori's voice rings out from behind the door.
YN huffs in relief as she pulls the door handle open. Itadori's eyes are white and his skin is flushed.
"I heard you being sick." he says before she has the chance to speak. "It sounded pretty... violent. Do you need me to bring Shoko-san over?"
She waves her hand in the air dismissively. "No, no. I'm okay, Itadori-kun. Thank you for asking." She flashes him a small, appreciative smile. A rare sight and Itadori knows it.
