Electric Embrace: Gojo's Shocking Love

Echoes of Loss

"Haibara Yu is dead."

"That's quite a scary joke to make, sir," I say to Yaga with a weak chuckle. However, his face doesn't budge, showing no hint of amusement. The room suddenly feels colder, and slowly, realization crashes over me. My smile fades, and I feel my chest tighten, making it hard to breathe. I gasp, trying to steady myself. "R-right?"

Yaga covers his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "No, no I'm not," he says quietly, his voice breaking.

I stagger back, feeling my legs grow weak. Tears blur my vision as the weight of his words sinks in. My mind races, clinging to memories of Haibara's laughter, his kindness, his unwavering presence. The world feels like it's crumbling around me, and I can barely hold myself together. "This can't be real," I whisper, my voice choked with anguish. "He can't be gone..."

A part of my world shatters, and I bolt into an empty classroom, feeling myself caving in. I can't control the sobbing that escapes me. My breaths come in hiccups, and I slump to the floor, knees pulled tightly to my chest. All I can think of is his birthday last year, when he shared his life goals with me and Nanami. The memory of Haibara's words before we went back home makes me cry even harder. He said he'd always be with us! What happened to that? I bury my head into my knees. Fuck, how could this have happened? His mission wasn't supposed to be any real trouble. What the hell went wrong?

As the tears continue to flow, the door to the classroom creaks open. I don't look up; I can't. Footsteps approach, and then a familiar, gentle voice breaks through my despair.

"Y/n?" It's Nanami.

I don't respond immediately, but his presence brings a small measure of comfort. He sits down beside me in silence, respecting my need to grieve. For a while, we just sit there, the weight of our shared loss hanging heavily between us.

Finally, I manage to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "He said he'd always be with us, Kento. What happened?"

Nanami sighs deeply, his own pain evident in his voice. "I don't know. Sometimes, things just... go wrong. Even when we do everything right." But then his voice turns bitter. "Fucking hell, it was all because of the higher-ups."

I look up at him in confusion, my voice barely a whisper. "What?"

He breathes in heavily, his eyes tearing up. "It was a deity, not a grade 2 curse."

I cover my mouth, barely able to contain myself. "He must have been in so much pain," I mutter, thinking of all the horrors that could have occurred on his solo mission. The thought of Haibara suffering alone, facing something far beyond what he was prepared for, tears at my heart.

Nanami covers his face with his hand and stays silent for a while, his breathing ragged. The room is filled with the heavy, oppressive weight of our shared grief and anger.

He finally speaks, his voice strained. "He was. His body was covered in blood from the fight. I saw it myself earlier. But... he looked at peace, like he was just asleep."

"I need to see him," I say, the urgency in my voice undeniable. But Nanami shakes his head, his expression weary.

"Don't," he says tiredly. "You'll only make it worse for yourself."

He was far too young to die, poor Haibara. That's all I can think of, along with the image of his family, who will never see their sunshine again. The thought alone makes my lips quiver.

"I hate this system," Nanami mumbles, his voice full of bitterness and despair.

I nod slowly, my agreement a quiet whisper. "Yeah..."