𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄, itadori & fushiguro find themselves at a cross roads– a four way intersection in what was once the heart of shibuya ( though it would be hard for any native to tell anymore, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩). a once vibrant town full of life was now a graveyard, and the guilt of that burden lays heavy on yuuji’s shoulders with each careful step 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 & their companions make. however, as all things seem in itadori’s life– being careful was something that never turned out right, never quite working when he needed it to; for, no— danger followed him, death too 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 burning down the nape of his neck.
that is what brings yuuji to their point at current, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, yuuji’s hand grasps megumi’s shoulder— instinct beckoning his fingers to curl into the hollow above fushiguro’s collar bone, where neck meets shoulder, and stop him where the others had crossed; 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙. “ … do you hear that? “
the silence is what yuuji noticed first. not even the settling of dust and hum of exposed powerlines echoing their travel through 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎. instead all was still, it was too … was too consumed by a silence that yuuji had only heard few times before in his life. the only specific time he can properly recall, being the entirely occupied but too still of a hospital bed he had found, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.
@meguro gets a starter bc we married
𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 memory of how the concrete had felt slamming into his skull, no time to reflect on the face he’d been met with that was all too similar to his own. until hours ago, megumi’s one repeating thought was find him, find him, find itadori. they’d both died before finding each other again. that thought is the most sour one. but itadori had been found, nevertheless, and so another goal must take over his mind : save tsumiki. no , there’s no time to think.
𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, littered with debris and blood, gore hiding in the rubble that stood in their way every few blocks. that which can go wrong, will go wrong. megumi is sure of this. in one night he’s lost so many people - the grief weighs heavy enough for his guard to drop, even if just for a moment.
𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, for once. the looming presence of something dark and strong and violent. when megumi recovers from the confusion of itadori stopping him in his tracks, his brow sets into a firm line, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings as his hands naturally clasp together. instantly, a black dog stands at their feet, hackles raised as it growls into the darkness that stands ahead. they aren’t in the best shape to fight, now, battered from the events of the night - megumi finds himself subconsciously stepping half in front of yuuji. he speaks a simple command of ‘ go, ‘ to the wolf at their feet, which obediently runs into the darkness of the alleyway, teeth bared and snapping at whatever lay in wait there.
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