A misunderstanding of the Grade?

News travelled quickly in Jujutsu Tech, whispers sending condolences you couldn't understand, didn't want to understand.

Your feet carried you to infirmary, each step feeling heavier than the last, your mind swirling with a myriad of questions and answers you refused to acknowledge. Until you saw him with your own eyes.

Yuu, or what was left of him. Just as you walked in, Suguru was draping the white sheet over his body, his eyes slowly meeting yours. A misunderstanding. It all started from a misunderstanding. Yuu Haibara and Kento Nanami, both well-trained, reliable Jujutsu Sorcerers, more than capable of dealing with a Grade-2 Curse. At least, that's what they had been told.

Until the report. The higher-ups realised their mistake much too late, when the atrocity had already taken place. And it cost them a life. Yuu was a good person. He didn't deserve this, no one did.

Kento was in the back, a white towel covering his eyes, chest heaving slowly. His injuries had been tended to, and they didn't seem critical, much to your relief. Bit it did nothing to cure the ache in your chest as you glanced at the sleeping form of the boy you once called a friend. He seemed peaceful now.

"You should rest, Nanami," Suguru sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. "{{user}}?"