HEAVEN CAN WAIT- ITAFUSHI

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a few notes ( sorry sorry I knowww it should have been in the last chap )

1. the story is dual pov. One pov is Megumi's in 3rd year and the other Yuji in 1st year

2. t/w in the story as a whole is talks about death, depression and ED's cause this shit is angstyyyy. Also skip the 2 paras if you don't like gore.

3. If grammar is bad ignore. I posted this half asleep😜

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Megumi pov

 October 31st 2020

I watched as the blood gushing from the gash on my thigh poured out in thick, dark streams, merging with the grotesque tangle of the little girl's spilled intestines. Her flesh was torn open, her small body lying in a pool of blood that soaked into the dirt, staining it a deep crimson.

She was beyond saving, yet I still desperately clawed at her insides, my fingers slipping in the slick, warm viscera. I tried to piece them back together, pushing the slippery ropes of her intestines back into the gaping wound, but they kept sliding out, the pink and red blending into a nauseating swirl. My hands shook, smeared with her blood and mine, and my vision blurred from exhaustion, turning everything into a nightmarish kaleidoscope of gore and despair.

I let my tears fall.

She was no older than 9 and had done nothing to experience such a gruesome fate. I let my tears fall and whispered that I would do better to her now rotting corpse. It never got easier.

If only I was stronger. If only I could have given her a proper death.

My body tenses. Those words are the words of someone from a long time ago.

I used to roll my eyes.

 Logically, you can't save everyone. In fact, not everyone deserves to be saved (which I still stand by). Yet, now, every death I witness is somehow a greater loss than the last. I don't even get to know people enough to feel their loss in my life.

 I only grieve equally.

Looking back at my teenage self, I was so ungrateful, self-centred and naïve. My biggest problems were annoying classmates and the occasional dangerous missions we'd go on accompanied by the strongest sorcerer in the world. Yet, I acted like I lived the worst life in the world. Oh, woe is me! I lost a dad who never give a shit about me and a mother who I never knew. 

The loss of Tsumiki was undeniably tragic; but most people have a dead sibling these days.

It's rare I find somebody who doesn't.

When curses were first revealed to humanity, countless fools ignored the government's pleas to stay calm and avoid dangerous areas. The result was a horrifying. Millions died within days, far beyond the reach of the dwindling sorcerers. Everywhere you looked, there were decaying bodies piled up, and the fights to protect the living had to be waged atop this grotesque sea of death. It was a hellish landscape where the stench of decay and the weight of countless lives lost pressed heavily on every breath.

Those days were relatively worse than now.

After a relieving inhale, I stood up.

None of this would have happened if the fight in Shibuya didn't end in such disaster. This was all a result of the absence of Gojo "the strongest" Satoru.