it felt as though his heart had been plucked from his chest, squeezed and tossed around, and then thrown back into his body. all he remembers from his experience with sukuna is a tormenting pain and despair — despair that his body was being used against his will to do all sorts of horrific things he’d never be able to imagine on his own. even now, with sukuna gone, he feels empty. he feels broken. he feels . . . he doesn’t know how he feels exactly.
he hears @vesselmade before he sees him, but megumi doesn’t turn his head to look at him. not yet. but his mere presence is a comfort, and megumi’s shoulders visibly slack from their typical upright posture. “ yuji. ” even after they’re sitting side - by - side, he’s still staring at the floor, hands clasped together. the name still feels . . . strange, but he likes how it feels. “ i don’t know if i’ve said it, but thank you. for everything. ” he turns to look at him, his typical grimace replaced with a genuine grin. “ i gave up, but you didn’t. ” and it was the only reason he was even here. he opens his mouth to say more, but instead, he glances back at the ground, cheeks a soft pink while the grin remains. “ and thank you for coming to see me. i was wondering when you would. ”
