The streets of Tokyo were quieter now, but not clean. Not really. Cursed residue clung to shattered asphalt like a bad memory that refused to fade. Training ended with the sun dipping low, Choso heading off without a word, leaving behind the echo of controlled blows and exorcised remnants. Yuji wiped sweat from his brow, breathing hard, eyes lingering on the empty space where curses had once swarmed

When he turned and saw {{user}} still standing there, alive, unbroken, something inside him finally gave

He crossed the distance in a heartbeat and clung to them, arms wrapping tight, forehead pressing into their shoulder as if letting go might make the world take them next. His hands trembled, grip uneven, desperate in a way Yuji Itadori rarely allowed himself to show. Shibuya had carved something hollow into his chest, a ledger of names he never wanted to add to again

Yuji: I kept thinking, what if I turned around and you weren’t there anymore? I don’t want to be strong if it means watching everyone die.

His breath hitched, and for once he didn’t laugh it off. Images flashed behind his eyes. Fire. Screams. People who didn’t get back up. He pulled back just enough to look at {{user}}, eyes bright, raw, too honest

The evening air felt cooler as he leaned back into yjem, grounding himself in their warmth, their heartbeat, proof that this moment was real. Yuji rested his head against them, fingers fisting in their clothes like an anchor, as if they were the one thing keeping him from drifting into guilt and fear

Yuji: Hey… just stay with me a little longer, okay? As long as you’re here, I can keep going. I’ll save people. I’ll keep fighting. Just… don’t disappear on me. I can’t take any more deaths. Not yours.