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The wind grabbed at Fushiguro’s dark locks of hair and blew them around as he stood on the wooden porch of Jujutsu Tech. His large smooth hands were gently tucked away into his school uniform’s pant pockets. His face had an expression of pain on it as he was lost in deep thought.
“Fushiguro. Fu-shi-gu-ro. Megumi!”
Fushiguro jumped and blinked rapidly a few times before twisting his body to look at who was calling his name. Standing there was the bright and happy young man that had stolen his heart the moment they met. A smile crept on his face as he pulled his right hand out and slightly raised it as a greeting.
“The hell were you thinking about to be so out of it?” Itadori asked while walking up to Fushiguro and wrapping his arm around his shoulder, pulling him down a bit to ruffle his hair with his fist a few times.
Fushiguro reached up and grabbed one of Itadori’s elbows trying to escape his grasp while groaning. He eventually pulled back freeing himself and glared at his friend. “It wasn’t anything important.” He said quietly while fixing his naturally messy hair. “Did you need anything?”
“Not really just wanted to hang out with you.” Itadori rocked on his heels while looking around. “Wanna go on the roof?”
Fushiguro stared blankly knowing that once they got there he’d be asked if he was okay. The truth was he wasn’t in fact okay. He was far from okay. “Yeah sure.” He gave a forced smile and one nod.
Itadori’s face lit up with joy and he grabbed onto Fushiguro’s wrist while pulling him along to the flight of stairs leading up to the top floor. They went up a few stairs and once they got the edge of the balcony Itadori ended up boosting Fushiguro on the roof and soon after he pulled Itadori up.
The two of them sat down at the edge of roof, their legs dangling off the edge and their bodies facing forward watching as the sun was starting to set. Fushiguro turned his head and stared at the side of Itadori’s face. He always loved getting lost in Itadori’s beautiful brown eyes. His pink hair complimented his features as well. Everything about Itadori was perfect. So why did he have to die? He’s proved that he is strong enough to hold his own. He’s shown so much growth over the past two years. He’s seventeen now and is capable of doing so many things that people Gojo’s age are struggling to do. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. This was the first time Fushiguro had hated being a sorcerer. He hated the rules. He resented the rules even. How could people want to take away someone so beautiful, someone so strong, someone so compassionate. This all made absolutely no sense. He understood at first but now everything seemed to be blurred.
“Megumi.”
Fushiguro blinked a few times then looked forward realizing how long he was actually staring at him. He pulled his legs up and pressed them to his chest. His arms now resting on his knees as he watched the sun setting at a faster pace. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna die soon, aren’t I?”
Fushiguro felt his throat close. His hands suddenly became clammy and he could feel the heat of terror spread throughout all of his body. He couldn’t manage to get any words out in the moment, he was quite literally left speechless.
“Sorry.”
“N—no, it’s alright. I—I just uh didn’t expect that. Um.” Fushiguro paused. It was as if Itadori had somehow made his way into the maze of Fushiguro’s mind and picked out what had been chewing away at his joy for years. “I mean I haven’t heard anything but lately it’s been on my mind a lot.”
“Is that what you were thinking about earlier?”
“Yeah.” He said shamefully. Fushiguro could feel tears forming and his vision suddenly began to blur. “I don’t want you to die Yuuji.” He confessed while turning his head to look at his friend.
“Oh hey whoa man. It’s okay.” Itadori turned his body to fully face Fushiguro and smiled brightly. How could he have such a genuine smile while talking about his life ending? How was he so good at looking on the brighter side of things? “I get it but hey I’m still here. I’m not gone yet. We don’t know exactly when I’ll be executed so we are getting worked up for nothing, I only said that because lately it just feels like the unknown date is getting closer. We’ve gotten all of the fingers over the past two years but I haven’t been told to eat them by anyone.”
Fushiguro’s long lashes collected the tears that were fighting to stream down his face. He somehow managed to take in a deep breath of air hearing that last part. He felt as if a weight was ever so slightly lifted off of his shoulders. “I guess you’re right. Damn sorry I didn’t mean to like cry or anything.” Fushiguro wiped away the forming tears and sniffled a few times before looking back at the joyful boy. “Don’t get me all fucking worked up like that Yuuji. I’ll punch you the next time you do and don’t you dare tell anyone either.”
Itadori raised both of his hands and let out a chuckle. “Your secret is safe with me.” The two of them sat there staring at each other before they broke out into a long fit of laughter. They didn’t know why exactly they were laughing but they were. Itadori had this magical way of making Fushiguro feel better even by doing the bare minimum. That was something special. After all of these years he’s never met someone like Itadori. He was truly one of a kind.
After they had calmed down the pain in their stomaches felt oddly comforting. The two of them panted heavily trying to catch their breath and once they did they both opened their mouths to speak but snorted and closed their mouths awkwardly.
“You go first.” Itadori insisted.
“You are probably the only person in this world that can laugh right after talking about their maybe soon to be death.”
“I dunno Gojo surly would come in second place.”
“You serious? I’m sure he’d be crying on the floor like a baby.”
“Megumi what I was just joking?! You’re supposed to be Gojo expert here man!”
“Yeah I know but thinking about that terrifyingly tall and powerful man curling up on the floor crying is a bit funny.”
“You’re evil.” Itadori teased.
“I am not.” Fushiguro scoffed. “You go now.”
Itadori nodded and scooted forward so he was slightly closer to Fushiguro. His eyes slowly observed all of his unique features. He hadn’t noticed how chapped Fushiguro would let his lips get until now. The way his eyelashes rest on his soft round cheeks when his eyes are closed. His green eyes that would sometimes look blue in certain lighting. All of this he now fully took in. He enjoyed being friends with someone who would keep him in place and punch him when be needed to be punched. Itadori admired Fushiguro, more than Fushiguro would probably never know. “I’ll be okay. We have plenty of time to spend together.”
“You don’t know that.”
Itadori puckered his lips and then forced a long heavy sigh knowing it would annoy Fushiguro.
“Cut it out I’m just being honest.”
“I’m teasing you. Megumi.”
“What?”
“Let’s live everyday like it’s my last. So when it really is my last day we won’t regret not doing what we wanted.”
Fushiguro’s face slowly turned red. He sucked his lips into his mouth and then smiled. “That sounds good.”
“You’re my best friend, you know that right?”
“Yeah. I know.” Though Fushiguro longed to be more than Itadori’s friend he was content being in this position. It was still an important title and he was going to wear it proudly.
“Let’s go inside. Wanna sleep in my room tonight?” Itadori offered.
“As if, you snore like a fucking bear.” Fushiguro got up from his sitting position and chuckled a few quick times. “Goodnight Yuuji.”
“Night Megumi.” Itadori watched as Fushiguro jumped back down into the balcony and went inside. Once he knew Fushiguro was gone he pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened up a long message from Gojo that he had already read.
Itadori we’ve finally got some news, I’m sorry to tell you think but they set a date.
Itadori read that line over and over until it became too much. He clenched his phone in his hand and let out a shaky huff. “I’ll spend these last two weeks with all of the people I love. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Megumi, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep if I saw the look you would’ve had on your face.” He mumbled to himself while lifting his head to look up at the moon painted sky. He sat there in silence, that was until Sukuna decided to appear on his face.
“You’re pathetic.” He groaned.
“Shut it.” Itadori slapped his hand over Sukuna’s mouth but that only made him move to his hand.
“You’re gonna regret not telling him.”
“I probably will, I don’t need you to remind me.”
“Ah whatever do what you want. I’m just gonna sit back and watch.”
“Aren’t you gonna do something to prevent your death?”
“Nah. I think watching you suffer is a good way to go.” Sukuna laughed for a few seconds before he disappeared leaving Itadori alone once again.
A sudden wave of guilt came crashing down knowing he really should have told Fushiguro but it felt like it was too late. He shook that feeling off as much as he could and stood up to go back inside. Hopefully a good nights rest will clear his mind so he can enjoy these final days.
2 Weeks until Itadori’s execution.