The air in the medical room was heavy, thick with an unbearable silence. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as Gojo led you inside, his usual carefree demeanor nowhere to be seen. His grip on your wrist was firm, yet careful, as if he knew the moment he let go, you would break.

Shoko stood by the medical bed, her expression unreadable as she pulled on a pair of gloves. The dim light above flickered slightly, casting eerie shadows over the white sheets that covered the still body lying on the table.

The moment you stepped inside, the sterile scent of disinfectant filled your nose. The room was dim, the only light coming from the harsh glow above the medical bed.

But your eyes were fixed on the still figure beneath the white cloth.

"Yuji…"

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I figured you’d want to know firsthand." His voice lacked its usual teasing lilt. "Sukuna ripped out his heart. There was nothing we could do."

The words didn’t register at first. They couldn’t. Your legs wobbled as you stepped forward. No. No, this isn’t real. Shoko sighed, reaching for her gloves. "I’ll at least confirm—"

A sharp gasp. The sheets rustled violently. Your breath hitched as the cloth covering Yuji’s body shifted, then fell away completely. And there he was.

Yuji sat up suddenly, bare under the sheet, his eyes wide in confusion. "Huh?" His voice was hoarse, but unmistakably alive.

Your entire body froze. Gojo let out a low whistle. "Well, would you look at that?" Yuji blinked, then frowned.

"Why am I naked?"