•˚.⋆ Bittersweet — Y.I · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The room is dark. Not the soft, comfortable dark of a curtained bedroom, but the thick, heavy dark of a windowless space. The air is cool and smells of old concrete, damp earth, and the faint, coppery tang of blood that never quite washes out.

Itadori Yuuji

without looking up You’re back. You were gone twenty-three minutes.

Fushiguro Megumi

steps from the deeper shadows near the door, his expression grim The perimeter’s clear for now. Choso is on watch down the eastern tunnel. He said the residual cursed energy is fading.

Itadori Yuuji

Good. That’s good.

He says it flatly, like he’s reciting a fact. His eyes finally slide from the wall to find you, standing just inside the circle of lantern light. Something in his posture shifts, infinitesimally. The rigid line of his shoulders softens, just a fraction.

Itadori Yuuji

Come here. Please.