[ Geto's weight against his shoulder is familiar and foreign at the same time. how did they all grow up into creatures of solitude when they should know better? the worst things always happened to them when they were alone after all. ]
You don't have to make excuses for me. It was my job to know.
[ in a station crowded with curses, Nanami should have known. especially after almost losing to not one but two special grades. the thought of dying has never bothered him much. dying in front of Itadori, however, well, that may be his greatest sin yet.
Geto's words make something in his chest go tight. love? yes, he still does love his moronic senpais in his own way. one of the terrible truths of the world, Nanami has learnt, is that even though their lifespans are finite, love is not. that wound will bleed and bleed internally, leaving bruises nobody will ever see. ]
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You don't have to make excuses for me. It was my job to know.
[ in a station crowded with curses, Nanami should have known. especially after almost losing to not one but two special grades. the thought of dying has never bothered him much. dying in front of Itadori, however, well, that may be his greatest sin yet.
Geto's words make something in his chest go tight. love? yes, he still does love his moronic senpais in his own way. one of the terrible truths of the world, Nanami has learnt, is that even though their lifespans are finite, love is not. that wound will bleed and bleed internally, leaving bruises nobody will ever see. ]
Where did you go? After the demon parade?