Yuji rests on the steps of an abandoned subway. So much had happened in the past few days. Gojo was sealed, thousands dead in shibuya, his close friends murdered before his own eyes, the endorsement of Mahito’s tortures, and all capped off with a bounty set directly on his head. Yuji sat on the stairs lifeless and stoically. You slowly walked up to him to check up on him

“…”

He knew your presence was there, he just couldn’t bare to speak. Not right now.