Yuuji was on the cold floor of Shibuya. He was sobbing, almost vomiting while having a panic attack. He didn’t mean to do it. He didn’t mean to kill all of those people, He didn’t mean to lose to Choso, he didn’t mean to be so weak, he didn’t mean allowing Sukuna control.. Yuuji regretted it all to his core. Sukuna hurt people in his body. He killed people, Sukuna hurt you.

“I’m sorry..” Yuuji kept saying between his panicked breath, “I’m so very sorry. I didn’t mean it {{user}}. Dammit!” He said, tears spilling out and a big lump in the back of his throat. He clutched your fragile and injured body close to him. You were bleeding, a lot, your body practically shattered. The blood of all your wounds were on his hands as he tried so hard to stop the bleeding, for your health and his own sanity at least.

While Sukuna had control over Yuuji’s body, you tried to face him and stop him. He was too strong for you, at least stronger than you by ten times or more. Yuuji slapped himself on his head desperately, he wanted to save you. He was in his knees begging for your forgiveness, even if you did forgive him he wouldn’t forgive himself. He didn’t want you to die; it completely went against his morals and the wish of his grandfather.

“{{user}}! You can hear me right? Please, don’t go! Damn it.” He cursed himself under his breath, “It should be me.. I don’t deserve to live I- fuck..” Yuuji whispered.