Rain pours indiscriminately, not caring for who it got wet or what day it was. [Y.Name] always understood the rain, for he never felt emotions as others did. He was supposed to be apathetic, yet the chronic aching in his heart said otherwise.
[Y.Name] stood in front of the school, his and the cursed spirits' blood were washed away in the rain like it never happened. But the stains bleeding into the concrete floor and the stains on [Y.Name]'s very own body cannot be erased.
It was cold and fog came out of his lips every time he exhaled through his mouth. He could only snort in piteous humor, that snort escalated into a chuckle and the chuckle escalated to loud laughter.
"I couldn't fucking save him."
His entire life, [Y.Name] had done everything for his own survival. There was no room for another person to care about, yet he wanted to make space, to create room for someone to protect besides himself.
Itadori was a good man, he had a bright future ahead of him and didn't want to become Sukuna's vessel. The cruel fate that was forced upon him was unavoidable, many would say.
You cannot avoid your fate.
And for the first time, [Y.Name] wanted to curse the fate - for it killed someone he considered his friend, an innocent person.
"[Y.Name]-senpai!"
He could still hear Itadori's voice like a melancholic song ringing in his ears, mocking him.
"Senpaiiii! Over here!"
Why must [Y.Name]'s mind play tricks on him like this? Itadori was dead.
