A missing piece (itafushi) |itadori × fushiguro|

Chapter26

Chapter26: What do i do, now that you're gone?

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Fushiguro lay on the floor staring at the ceiling blankly, fighting his tears, open to his own thoughts.

His legs shook.

His hands shook as he reached up, staring at them. They were the hands Itadori had held. He couldn’t think straight. He felt his heart crack. Itadori was gone. Crack. He would never see him again. Crack. Did he die regretting being alive? Crack.

He could feel himself breaking like a glass, then his emotions poured out. Loud sobs filled the room. It took a while for the man to realise they were coming from his own mouth.

Fushiguro missed Itadori. He loved him. His heart was filled with the regret that he had never been able to live happily with him.

He clutched his chest as more painful sobs bubbled out of him. Everything hurt.

There was still a small part of him that believed that it was all a sick joke. That he would go back to his room and Itadori would still be there, his  eyes glimmering at him.  Though he knew he was kidding himself, he wanted to believe it with all his heart but he just couldn’t. He would never be able to touch him again. He would never get to say "I love you".

Maybe if he could remember everything about Itadori, he wouldn’t be gone. He closed his eyes and imagined his face. His eyes. His beautiful eyes that could read every emotion of his like a book. His pink hair that shone in the light. His beautiful smile that shone brigher than the sun. His soft skin that Fushiguro longed to touch one last time. The lips that had stolen kiss from him. He remember it all perfectly. He tried to save the image, not wanting time to take it from him. He took the phone from next to him and went through it. All his memories were in that phone. Every little moment with Itadori, all saved on there. It hurt to look at.

The higher ups  knew Itadori Yuuji  as a cold blooded mass murderer.

Fushiguro and Kugisaki knew an entirely different Itadori. The Itadori that had low tolerance of alcohol. The Itadori that smiled during the darkest of times. His Itadori. The Itadori who had seen his friends die. The scared boy who had been to hell. The boy who had cried on his lap and asked him to stay. Maybe if he had tried harder. Maybe he could’ve stopped it.

But again, it was irrational. The order was passed and he had to die.

What was he supposed to do now that he was gone? It was all so painful to think of. He put away his phone, not being able to bare to look at all the photos.

Yuuji Itadori is dead.

His love was gone.

And so were his only bestfriends.

His heart throbbed as he cried out. His head pounded against his skull as he tried to comprehend it. He felt sick to his stomach. Dropping to his knees, he began to shiver violently. Lying on the hard floor and replaying the painful memories of his life, he began to feel numb. He didn’t know how to deal with this. His vision began to ebb as he fought off sleep, not wanting to dream.

He felt like he would never dream again.

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