You started this, so you must finish this. It's your destiny.

God still hates me, but he has expressed some mercy

Sukuna is dead. Itadori Yuji killed him. As Sukuna's blobby body slowly faded into dust and so didn't the blood on Yuji's hands faded as well. And he was gone, just like that, just like nothing had ever happened, like he hadn't ruined his whole life. Itadori fell to his knees, and the exhaustion that he had accumulated over the hours finally caught up to him, his head hitting the dirt ground. His limbs ached in so much pain but it was all over, at last.

It took a year for his life to be ruined, for all of the people he cared about were quickly dealt with, and a year for all of them to be gone. Sukuna, his 'family' had ruined his life. He killed his sensei, his friends, and everyone else in between. But it was all his fault, he ate the finger, he was the one who asked to live, it was all because of him. Megumi, his dear Megumi, who he killed in pure blood, without being able to hear his last words.

So much blood, blood that was only his, he was drowning in his blood, his metal-tasting monster blood. Yuji Itadori cried, his hands running over his face, his tears burning into his skin, his blood spreading all over his face. Sluggishly, he managed to pick himself up from the ground, his limbs shaking in pain. He wanted to scream, cry, or just do something, but he couldn't, so he forced himself on his feet, his body spilling out the blood of the many scars on his face.

The pink-haired teenager stood up fully, and he just stared at the area around him, his domain was still up, despite all of the fight that went on just a few seconds ago, it still stood strong. A small straggler tear managed to escape his heated eye ducts, but he didn't mind it, instead, he just started to walk. His legs moved without his brain even processing it, he just moved and moved and moved. While he walked, he looked at the area around him, the places that he showed to Sukuna, the places that he lived in.

What has Yuji done to deserve this? Was being a child of a monster not enough? Was being a vessel of a murder manic king not enough? Was the universe angry to see him joyful? Do they giggle and chuckle at his suffering? Do they enjoy the pain Yuji felt deep in his bones? Did the gods find him funny? Like a puppet in their silly play?

He hates this, he hates himself. Everyone is gone, only because of him. Just because of him. Only because of him.

He should have died when he first ate that finger. The second he swallowed that accursed finger he should have turned into wet salty chum for the curses to eat fully and to never be hungry again. Or just get executed-hell terminated like he was supposed to. But no, he was stubborn and wanted to live, he begged and begged Gojo to let him live, to let him fight, and because of it, people died. Not just his friends, but normal people as well. He finally looked up, and his location finally came back to him, his domain. But instead of a calm, mostly dirt area, he was back in front of the train station, the train station where he started his walk with Sukuna earlier.

He just sighed, a bunch of tears swiftly flowing down his face and hitting the ground. He sat down on one of the silver benches right in front of the train tracks, staring at the tracks. Maybe jumping on the tracks would be better at this time, would he even die? After all, this is his domain. Out of nowhere, the train came in, and without even thinking about it, he walked in.

Every step he took was loud in the metal capsule and they echoed throughout the empty train. He tossed himself into the red cushioned seat, his blood seeping into the chair, closing his eyes for a second before forcing them open with his hands.

As his eyelids started to get heavier, more people appeared on the train. A little girl and her mother sat next to him, not giving him the time of day, almost like he wasn't there. Maybe because of the blood loss, maybe because of the heat, because he just couldn't take it anymore, a small little light appeared in front of him, shining softly at him.