You were twisted and heartless to some extent but not to a point you would let the jujutsu society decide weather your dear friend would live or not. Plus it's not like you were one of their sorcerer. You were a part of the 'Lords'.
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You looked at the old man laying on the hospital bed as you softly smiled.
"Your time is coming near, sir."
"Are you still going to call me sir and not grandpa?"
The old man asked looking at you with a soft smile As well.
This man was Wasuke Itadori. Your adopted father's so called friend. You found it strange why your father had befriended a old plain man like him. You once asked him but he never gave an answer.
You stoop up and pulled your phone out.
"Are you calling Yuji?"
"I am. I should inform him of your death."
"I'm not dead yet, you white hair old girl."
True, I did have long white hair
"You will be in a minute or so now."
"Tsk. I always told your father to raise you normal but he instead raised a heartless kid. Look at you not even crying when I'm about to die!"
"I do not wish to cry over death. I believe we will meet soon in afterlife."
"And if we don't"
"Then I suppose I'll cry then."
"Tsk. What a girl."
I smiled before gently placing my hand over his.
"Close your eyes....grandpa."
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Yuji, my old childhood friend busted in the room after hearing the new of his love dear grandpa passing away.
As he slowly walked in, I stopped there hands in my overcoat's pockets.
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You took your red sunglasses with golden frame off revealing your crystal clear blue eyes. before reaching your hand out to him.
He quickly jumped in, hugging me before crying and looking at his grandfather's soulless body over my shoulder.
