Whumptober day 20- Emotional Angst
Yuta could barely stand after his mission. His exhaustion was so overwhelming, so painful that the only thing he could do was stand at the entrance of Jujutsu Tech and hope someone would catch him before he fell.
His prayers were answered by one Yuji Itadori. The younger saw him through the window and knew immediately that something was wrong. The dark-haired boy's body was waving dangerously from side to side, giving the impression that he was seconds away from plummeting into the concrete.
Yuji ran outside and supported Yuta, dragging him into the common area and wiping the grime from his face.
“Yuta? Yuta? Are you alright?” Yuji pressed a palm against Yuta’s warm cheek, cursing quietly when he felt how hot it was.
“Where’s Gojo?” Yuta slurred, eyes shut and lips barely moving.
“He’s on a mission right now, he should be back tomorrow.” Yuji wiped the drool off the side of Yuta’s mouth with his shirt and winced with concern.
“Oh.” Yuta frowned. “Where’s Toge?”
“He’s also on a mission, but he should be back soon. God, you’re pale.” Yuji worried over the other as he grew less and less stable.
A rough sob escaped Yuta’s throat as he began to cry. His shoulders shook as Yuji embraced him and sat them both on the couch. The older boy's frustrated sobs shook Yuji. He had always imagined his senpai as some kind of stone-cold soldier. He had heard from all of the teachers and second years how much of a softie Yuta was, but he had never seen it himself.
“What’s wrong?” Yuji whispered.
“I’m so tired.” Yuta hiccuped. “I thought they’d be here when I got back.” He hyperventilated, shaking back and forth as Yuji squeezed him tighter. “I’m so scared all the time. I can’t breathe when I’m not in the same room as everyone I care about.”
Yuji knew that Yuta’s PTSD from the final fight with Sukana had left him under the constant care of Shoko and Gojo for months. This was his first mission since then, and it didn’t go as well as everyone had hoped.
“I need to tell Gojo about this, okay?” Yuji asked. “He told me to tell him if anything happens with you.”
“Okay.” Yuta’s bottom lip trembled as he held back louder sobs. “I miss them.”
“I know, I know.” Yuji hummed to Yuta as he typed out a message to Gojo. The pink-haired boy put his phone down when he was done and wrapped his arms around Yuta. He was relieved that Yuta allowed him to hold him like this. There were days following that final battle when Yuta darted away from Yuji, even showing violence a few times. His mind was so scrambled that he was placed under 24-hour care.
“You’re safe with me,” Yuji promised. “Toge will be back soon. Gojo’s probably scrambling to get back, you know better than anyone how protective he is of you.”
“I’m sorry.” Yuta pressed his face into Yuji’s shoulder as he slowly calmed down.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You’re dealing with everything as best you can. I remember when I came back from a mission and Megumi and Kujisaki weren’t there. I felt so, so alone.” Yuji played with Yuta’s hair. “But they came back, and it was all okay.”
As if on cue, Toge threw open the doors and made a beeline for his boyfriend. He cuddled into Yuta and smiled, praising him quietly in riceball as he cooed to him in sign language.
The affection overwhelmed Yuta in the best way possible, causing the constant need to fight or flee to disappear. It was replaced with the immediate need to sleep. He was out like a light, passed out before he could respond to Toge.
A fourth joined their party after Yuji and Toge had fallen asleep. Gojo sat next to them, leaning against the couch and smiling as he kept a close eye on them.
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