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

Don't look at her, she's not her. Don't look at him, he is not him.

A white shirt. Dark green pants. Gray and white jacket. Red tie. Slowly, Yuji put on his new school uniform. Once he saw the outfit, he quickly realized that the green-headed boy that he met the other day also went to UA. It was a bit surprising, he looked so...nice like he had never had to fight anything yet, was that how the others used to see him? As he tied the tie, the final part of the uniform, it felt a bit bittersweet.

As much as he is glad that he can go somewhere else with new people who don't know about his horrors, he wants his old school back, even if it is just for a little bit. He wants to see his senseis again, he wants to see his classmates again, and he wants to see his seniors again, even if they haven't talked that much.

Maybe the whole thing was a second chance given to him by a god? Maybe god was being kind for once, their glowing hands reaching down to him, wiping his tears, and him picking up to a new place.

Yuji doubts that god. Since he ate that goddamn finger, god has never been even slightly nice to him, as long as he remembers the horrors that he went through and the friends he lost, he will never forgive god, no matter what, no matter how many gods he has to hate.

He finished putting on the tie, it being a little bit too tight but he slipped on his small church-like shoes anyway. He groaned, pulling them off and putting on his raggedy red shoes once again.
He looks at the mirror, touching his now bandaged scars. They were somewhat smaller now, but the one on his mouth hurt the most, it stings just to look at it, or move slightly.

Then he looked at the scratches on his arm, they were deeper than they had been the day before and they were a deep sinful red but the area around them was a deep pink and yellowish.
Yuji sighed, rubbing them a little bit, there was no way that he could go to school like this, he'd be told to go to the teacher's office the second he stepped on campus.

He grabs some black sleeve covers from a shirt that he cut and puts them on, a little bit of blood seeping into the cloth. Maybe Todo or Utahime-san could have told him something about how to take care of the many scars that he had.

The poor boy just stared at the tattered jacket, it was almost like it was sadly looking at him. Everything about it made him want to drop everything and just stay inside this tiny apartment and rot, but he had to move forward, in one way more than one.

He coughs a bit before stuffing it in his backpack, walking out of the fuckass apartment, and slamming the door as he leaves, making the whole thing shake. God will have to fight him at this point.
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Getting was very easy, the only problem that he had was staring at the many strange looking people. As he stepped onto the expensive campus, it felt so...different than when he first entered Jujutsu tech. There were so many people around him, all talking, not a single scar on their pale skins, not a bit of fear on their faces. As he stepped farther into campus, a piece of dark green hair stood out to him, and seeing the boy who helped him yesterday wasn't that surprising as that was who he was looking for. The boy looked up and the second he saw him, his eyes brightened, looking like he had stars in his eyes. He quickly stood up, waving the boy over,

"Hey, Itadori-san!" Midoriya continually waved him over to where he was, a big smile on his face. Next to him, were two other people who seemed to be his friends, a girl with a brown bob and big brown eyes, and a guy with short hair, glasses, and a very square jaw, his red eyes judging him a little.

For some reason, Yuji walked over to them, his own two feet moving without listening to his brain once again. Every single bone in his body was telling him that he should stop, that he should get away, that he should run away and stop getting close to people, for their own sake. Nobara's, Megumi's, and Gojo's soft laughter rang in his ear, making him want to throw up again.