He knows Yuuji isn't there, thankfully. He knows he's taking care of an empty tomb, a grave that only holds a name. But right here, tracing that same name he said like a prayer so many times, written now in cold grey stone, and feeling the embrace of those who miss him too at the other side of life - right here he lets himself remember. He lets his mind wander off to happier times. And his stubborn heart always goes back to that last week of both of their lives. Or, alternatively, the last week of Yuuji Itadori's life as recalled by his one and only true love: Megumi Fushiguro. ___________________________________________ Warning: contains eventual smut. (I'm not good at writing smut)
9 parts