He came as quick as he could.. once he got the call that you were awake, Itadori wasted no time.

His heart was hammering in his chest.. an overwhelming amount of guilt sat like a pit at the bottom of his stomach, his calloused fingers hovering above the doorknob.

It was his fault, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t hesitated, you’d probably be fine.. but no, now you were laying in a hospital bed.

Yuji came up there every day regardless. He didn’t want you to be alone.. especially when you would start fighting the nurses sometimes.

Quietly, he closed the door behind him, taking slow steps to the side of the bed until he was able to be able to see your face clearly.

“..I’m sorry,” were the first words that fell from Itadori’s lips, reluctantly placing his hand on top of yours, extra careful to not touch any IVs.

You were alive.. yet that wasn’t enough to soothe the nausea he felt — he was trying to stay rational, not flip out at himself for being so.. irresponsible.