𝟕 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

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A/N:
straight into angst.. be prepared

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Yuuji POV

It was all my fault.

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Flashback

"If I die, you'll kill me right? Don't worry Gumi!"

"See you later."

"Yeah!"

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Present Time

It was all a blur.

I hated it.

I hated myself as a matter of fact.

All of this was my fault, wasn't it?

"Hey brat, be sure to savor this."

The memories from Sukuna's point of view came flooding into my head. It disgusted me. My own body, killing and destroying everything. I couldn't bear to see it. I dropped to my knees and threw up. My lips trembled.

Eating that finger was wrong.

Meeting Gumi was wrong.

Living was wrong.

"Can I take you out on a date after this?"

I said to my 𝗼𝗻𝗲 and 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 right before we set off to Shibuya.

"S-sure."

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

If I was never born, this wouldn't have happened. I should just kill myself now.

So many people. Died at my hands. I sat there watching every second. Nothing I could do. And nothing that 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 be done.

I'm done living. I can't do it anymore. I now only see a pitch black, rocky ditch in front of me.

Megumi is probably dead.

I wish I was the one who died instead.

I claw at the ground, my arms too. I deserved the pain. I could only hear Sukuna laughing at me in my head.

I'm shaking.

I want someone to hold me.

I don't know what to do.

Where do I go?

What can I do?

It felt like yesterday. I was with Gumi. I was with Nobara. I was with Gojo-sensei. I was with Nanamin. All my friends. All the people I cherished and loved. Gone. They're all gone now.

I'm ashamed of myself.

I don't know who I am anymore.

"Does hurting me make you feel good or something, Sukuna?" I said under one's breath. The silence in my head ached. Sukuna had stopped laughing.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this.." I hug my knees, sobbing ever so silently. My voice wobbly.

I want my life back.

"Yuji, you're a strong kid. So try to help others."

I'm not that strong, grandpa. I can't do it. I'm barely holding on.

Is it okay if I give up?


It felt as if an hour had passed. I snap back to reality. What is wrong with me?

I take a good look around me. My uniform stained in a crimson red.



I'm sorry, everyone.

I love you so much, Megumi.

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 // Fushiita / Itafushi FanficWhere stories live. Discover now