it’s been a hot minute, oopsie </3
I’ve been cleaning out my notes app and found a snippet from three years ago that i wrote before the manga was finished and might have been planning to write a fic about?? lol who knows - alt ending that would have turned into a reincarnation au
tw: typical jjk violence, bad ending <3
When it was over, there was quiet.
Yuuta felt his legs give up on him, crashing into the blood-soaked dirt and rubble with a crunch of finality.
Gojo was standing before Sukuna, blood dripping from every open wound, one arm mangled beyond recognition, the other piercing through his chest and holding his heart.
Megumi had broken through for a second thanks to Toge, only a second to allow Gojo to do what he had to do.
And then, it was over.
Yuuta’s breathing came out in wheezing scrapes, wrong in their quality, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
It was over, but they had lost everything in the process.
Everyone.
Choking on his breath, his eyes slid down to the sight of his own katana lodged inside his chest.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Yet even as his own mortality gripped him, he couldn’t find it within himself to be afraid.
There was nothing left for him here.
The dragging of gravel caught his attention, his own dull blue eyes meeting the no longer glowing blue of his teacher.
There was blood dripping down his chin, his body leaning heavily to the side where his blood-covered arm, the arm he used to kill one of the children he raised, was left.
“Go…jo-sensei,” Yuuta breathed out, raspy and indicative of exactly how much time they had left.
Gojo not so much sat as he did fall beside him, his white hair dirtied by battle, looking far older than he ever had before.
“Good work, Yuuta,” he said, though his voice held no cheer. “You did well.”
Yuuta looked away, the crumbled bodies of the people he loved said otherwise.
Gojo huffed a sigh, the ghost of a smile fading from his face as he scanned the remnants of their battlefield.
“The hardest part of being a sorcerer,” He said, melancholy dripping like honey, “Was losing everything for a world that would never know. Watching people die a heroic death, only for their name to die with us.”
Tears burned in Yuuta’s eyes, his breath cracking in the force of his grief.
“I failed you.”
Yuuta blinked at the other's words, shaking his head weakly to no avail.
“No one should be allowed to take youth away from the young,” Gojo sighed bitterly, “Yet I couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening, could I?”
The older man’s eyes scanned the area, tracing over the broken forms of his students, some whom he raised, some whom he saved, all of whom he failed.
Yuuta’s own eyes fell onto his precious classmates.
Panda had little left, save for cotton and fabric ripped apart, gently swaying in the newly calmed wind. He never hesitated to give his life for theirs, never realizing they saw him just as human as they were.
Maki had taken the brunt of Kenjaku’s successor, finally eradicating him at the cost of her own life. For a moment, Yuuta had actually believed she’d be the one to survive. Yet, on her last legs and bleeding openly from several wounds, she had stumbled to the remains of Panda and Toge, tilting her head back and squeezing what her trembling hands could reach.
She departed in a single breath, burned hands clutching Toge’s remaining and placed almost delicately over the fabric of Panda.
Toge’s own death was a blur.
They knew it was suicide for him to try his cursed speech on Sukuna, especially at full power.
Yet, it was the only way they could think to give Megumi a moment, just a moment of control.
The plan had been for Yuuta to heal him while he screamed for Megumi to surface—a desperate attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.
Yuuta had been against it, never wanting to risk him without absolute certainty, but Toge had insisted.
Yet the plan quickly crumbled as Yuuta was targeted and chased away from it, chased away from where Toge was waiting, preparing for that perfect moment.
His violet eyes had met his own, already grief-stricken blue, across the battlefield, steady amid the chaos, unnoticed until he opened his mouth.
Within the first syllable, Sukuna had sent a wave of cleave that shattered against his throat, but it was too late.
Yuuta was too late.
Toge, already choking on blood from the impact of his words, had clutched his throat as it tore open.
His eyes never wavered, his mouth trembled as his lips formed words Yuuta had never and would never hear out loud.
And his blood burned.
In his rage, he lost the chance even to say goodbye.
He didn’t even get to say goodbye.
“I’m sorry, Yuuta,” Gojo met his eyes. Despite the age on his face, the unfamiliar vulnerability that came with the loss of his technique was staggering. “But even after all this, I need to share one last curse with you.”
As dutifully as ever, Gojo’s last student shifted as much as he could to give his full attention.
“I know what’s waiting for me.” The older man smiled, gentle and wistful. “I know, and that’s why I’m not afraid. But I can’t rest knowing my precious students have suffered so much.“
“In your next life, Yuuta, promise me you’ll take care of them,” He continues, despite the tears that drip down the younger boy’s face, “Promise me you’ll never let anyone, anyone, even me, take your youth again. Find your happiness and help them find their happiness too. Until we meet again, find each other, and take care of each other, okay? That is my curse, I entrust it to you.”
After everything, that was what broke him. The thought of a second chance, another life, one not filled with anguish or tragedy, yet still with the people he loved.
“Sensei,” He cried, blood dribbling down his chin, “Can… can you help me? I want to… be near them, when I… when I go.”
And his teacher, despite the exhaustion from battle, the open wounds, death sinking into every line of his body, helped him stand.
Together, slowly, they moved across the rubble until finally, he was home.
Gently, Gojo placed him next to Toge. His throat was shining a haunting red that sent a wave of self-hatred through him.
Despite that, despite everything, Yuuta leaned his head to rest on his white hair. His hand was clutching where Maki and Toge’s were intertwined, his other holding gently to a patch of fur strewn on a rock.
“It’s okay, Yuuta.” Gojo placed his own hand on his shoulder, eyes kind. “You can rest now. Your teacher will take care of the rest.”
Yuuta’s shoulders relaxed, melting into the welcoming embrace of the people he loved.
He had so much to tell them, so much he wanted to experience, he couldn’t wait to see them again.
“I’ll take care of them, Gojo-sensei.” He smiled weakly. “So don’t worry about us, okay? I’d like for you to find your happiness too.”
Blue eyes, not unlike his own, blinked, and for a moment, Yuuta could swear they shone with unshed tears.
“Looking after your kids gave me more happiness than I ever thought I could have,” Gojo laughed. “This isn’t the end, Yuuta. I’ll see you in the next life, so just remember your promise, okay?”
“I promise.”
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anyway, i have a few more things in my notes, but i really wanted to post this so i could delete it, let’s see if i ever finish the rest of my drafts!
much love !!











