A missing piece (itafushi) |itadori × fushiguro|

Chapter 27(The End)

Chapter27: A good memory

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Fushiguro stared at the barred door in front of him; to be honest,  he'd lost some people who were important to him; he'd miss the vibrant environment at school, especially the times when Itadori would come into his room in the middle of the night and accompany him until they fell asleep together.

Fushiguro's existence, without Itadori, feels worthless. The memories they had shared over the months  undoubtedly haunts him. He didn't like it. Fushiguro kept looking at the door until he felt a hand on his back and turned to see Gojo standing beside him. "You've been staring at that door for 10 minutes straight," Gojo said, breaking the silence between them. He then turned to face his student. "Are you okay, Megumi?"

Fushiguro grimaced slightly as he heard the dumbest question he had ever heard. Obviously, he wasn't okay. The person he had loved the most had died, his bestfriends are dead. Nothing is the same anymore.

At the same time, the world may be at ease knowing that Sukuna is dead. He gazed back at the door without responding to his teacher's query, lying to say, "It doesn't really matter, Sukuna is gone now." It is important to him, but, as usual, Fushiguro will not reveal his current emotions. He disliked revealing his frailty in front of Gojo.

"I can't say anything about your personal feelings," Gojo said, with a tiny smile on his face.
"Yuuji wanted you to help clean his room so you might as well go in." Gojo scratched his hair that wasn't itchy. When Gojo mentioned Itadori's dorm, Fushiguro's body tensed up. "It's fine, I'll do it," he replied as he closed his eyes to take a long breath and let out a sigh.

Gojo gave him a solemn stare and left.
 

Fushiguro cautiously opened Itadori's dorm door, as if the boy was still inside. When the door was fully opened, a warm air blew against his face; everything in his room was clean and tidy. Did Itadori clean things up before the execution? His room had a cozy and inviting ambiance. It was as if Itadori was still present, greeting the spikey-haired lad who stood in front of his door. He stepped into the room and had a look around.

He noticed something white resting in the middle of it. Curiosity got the best of him, and he reached for the envelope. 

He gingerly stroked the envelope with his palm before turning it over and opening it. Normally, he wouldn't let his curiosity overpower his desires, but he just had the sensation that he should open it. He casually opened the envelope and took out the note inside, curious about what was written in it.

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Dear Fushiguro,

 
If you're reading this I'm probably dead.

I’m going to be completely honest here, because I’m pretty sure if I said any of this to your face you’d hit me, hahaha. You take everything too seriously, not that I mind. It balances me out. I thought it would be nice if I wrote you a letter to remember me by. I know this is selfish but you can’t blame me though, every time I look at you my brain turns to mush. I know you would hit me if I said that.

 

I’ll start with the first thing I wanted to say to you. 

 

You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I mean it.

 

I mean I was about to be eaten by that crazy curse and all I could really think about was how pretty you are. Those big  green eyes and your jaw and your hair. Your hair turns blue in the moonlight, did you know that? Seeing you at night is always my favorite because you look like you’re glowing, you look like a star.

 

I’ve never met someone who looks like space dust before. I don’t think I’ll ever meet one again.

 

The second thing I wanted to say was — thank you. For saving me. You really didn’t have to. I mean then we wouldn’t be here, and I would’ve never met all these cool people or Gojo-sensei, but I know it was kind of a hassle. So thanks. For letting me live. And for making me feel grounded when  i don't feel like existing.

Kissing you makes me feel like floating.

I think maybe my real purpose on earth was to find you. I’ve never felt more whole than when your hand is in mine.

I’m so happy I met you. Please never forget that.

I love you so much that it hurts. Thank you for everything you did for me, thank you for teaching me about stars. I hope you look at them and remember me.

I hope you remember me when you make the food i tought you to make.

I hope you start painting again and remember i what i told you back then, 'you don't have to create beautiful thing' , create what you feel like Gumi.

I hope you remember me.

I don't want to be forgotten by you, Gumi. I'm so selfish but i don't, i can't.

One day, I don’t know when, or how, but I swear to you, we'll meet again. Whether it's when I’m gone, or a thousand years from now, wait for me. I promise I will make it worth it. 

 

I love you, I will always love you.

Just remember a few more years, and then you're free to go. Have a good like Megumi. Have a family you've always dreamt of.
Be happy in life.

forever your,
Yuuji.

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Fushiguro's grip on the letter tightened as he simultaneously experienced a barrage of emotions. There was frustration, sorrow, and love.   His breath hitched, and he felt his chest constrict. There was also a lump in his throat.

"I'll always remember you", he murmured to himself.

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One years later, we find Fushiguro on his bed, writing something down in his journal.

By the bedside, hung a freshly painted canvas.

Beautiful sunflowers with different hues of yellow.

"i can't forget you, Itadori Yuuji — you'll forever haunt my memories, it seems", Fushiguro smiles to himself.

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