[ don't scare the kid, Nanami. it's not his fault you had a couple of shit months. in fact he's the reason you can still get annoyed and anxious and enjoy the sun on your face along with the cold Tokyo winter winds!
[ Yuji leans back and looks at him, realising how his words sound now, in hindsight. It's a bit of a sour question, but eventually his face breaks into a small smile. ]
[ that smile paired with those words, it's everything he would want from the world. heaving a sight of relief, he reaches for the boy, pulling him into an embrace that starts out gentle but grows tighter with each shaky breath.
Itadori Yuji, the boy they made into a sacrifice, survived the ordeals and unfair burdens they've placed on him. for once, just once, the cycle of violence and degradation was broken. at which cost Nanami doesn't know. all he knows is the boy Gojo entrusted him with, the boy who would have died for them all, has made it out alive. ]
[ The arms are around him and Yuji sinks into them immediately, shifting to press his face into Nanami's chest, breathing out softly and closing his eyes. There's always been safety, here, in the comfort of someone he trusts so completely, so intensely, and the relief he feels... The happiness he feels...
Yuji breathes out, and squeezes his mentor back, as gently as he can manage. ]
No. Nanami, we... [ His eyes prickle. ] I'm okay. I promise, for real.
[ voice barely above a whisper, brittle almost with relief but also guilt. guilt that has lurked at the back of his mind ever since his arrival here. a terrible thing for someone who'd rather remove the source of evil rather than look back and lament the past.
and now this brave boy stands before him and tells him they've emerged victorious on their own. Gojo's pride, his next generation.
perhaps removing the old pieces from the board was necessary. perhaps... ]
[ Yuji sniffles into him as he squeezes the man a little tighter, curling around him and breathing out sharply.
Isn't it such a good thing, to be able to come here and say that they did it, they succeeded, that the King of Curses is gone? It is a relief, but at the same time it comes hand in hand with so much agony and pain - Yuji knows the high cost, and he can't undo it.
Laughing softly, he tilts his head back, tears damp on his cheeks. ]
I did it, Nanamin. I had it from Shibuya, just like you said, and I did it. For all of us.
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[ Blinking up at Nanami, recognising those sure signs of a man getting more and more annoyed with him - and he stops himself, swallowing. ]
I went home, and... We beat Sukuna. We did it.
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[ don't scare the kid, Nanami. it's not his fault you had a couple of shit months. in fact he's the reason you can still get annoyed and anxious and enjoy the sun on your face along with the cold Tokyo winter winds!
but those scars, the mutilated hand... ]
But did you... live?
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[ Yuji leans back and looks at him, realising how his words sound now, in hindsight. It's a bit of a sour question, but eventually his face breaks into a small smile. ]
I lived. I'm alive.
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[ that smile paired with those words, it's everything he would want from the world. heaving a sight of relief, he reaches for the boy, pulling him into an embrace that starts out gentle but grows tighter with each shaky breath.
Itadori Yuji, the boy they made into a sacrifice, survived the ordeals and unfair burdens they've placed on him. for once, just once, the cycle of violence and degradation was broken. at which cost Nanami doesn't know. all he knows is the boy Gojo entrusted him with, the boy who would have died for them all, has made it out alive. ]
I'm so glad... I thought...
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Yuji breathes out, and squeezes his mentor back, as gently as he can manage. ]
No. Nanami, we... [ His eyes prickle. ] I'm okay. I promise, for real.
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[ voice barely above a whisper, brittle almost with relief but also guilt. guilt that has lurked at the back of his mind ever since his arrival here. a terrible thing for someone who'd rather remove the source of evil rather than look back and lament the past.
and now this brave boy stands before him and tells him they've emerged victorious on their own. Gojo's pride, his next generation.
perhaps removing the old pieces from the board was necessary. perhaps... ]
I'm very proud of you. I hope you know that.
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[ Yuji sniffles into him as he squeezes the man a little tighter, curling around him and breathing out sharply.
Isn't it such a good thing, to be able to come here and say that they did it, they succeeded, that the King of Curses is gone? It is a relief, but at the same time it comes hand in hand with so much agony and pain - Yuji knows the high cost, and he can't undo it.
Laughing softly, he tilts his head back, tears damp on his cheeks. ]
I did it, Nanamin. I had it from Shibuya, just like you said, and I did it. For all of us.