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How long had it been since Gojo-sensei’s death? A day? A month? A year? Yuji had lost track. But finally, Shinjuku had fallen silent. They had won. There, only 10 meters ahead laid Fushiguro, unconscious, but alive. Yuji could see the slight rise and fall of his chest, his long lashes brushing against his cheek, he looked peaceful. Like this nightmare had never happened, like Sukuna hadn’t stolen his body and killed countless people with it.
And between them pay the monster in question. Sukuna himself, now only a puddle on the ground. Pathetic and weak. Yuji knew he should kill him; it would only take one more hit. But then he’d be alone. With the death of Gojo, someone else had to step up as the strongest, as more than human, as a monster. Of course it wasn’t just him, Okkotsu-senpai and Maki-senpai both shed vast portions of their humanity in order to become strong enough to face Sukuna, but, it wasn’t fair, they had each other. He wasn’t stupid, he had seen how they looked at each other. He couldn’t help but feel alone.
He was so selfish. Fushiguro was seemingly unharmed, and Kugisaki was clearly alive from the spike attack earlier. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted someone who understood. And he was so tired.
And so, he offered a hand in peace to the one enemy he thought he’d never forgive.