all i think of is you, y/n.
So dream ... endlessly.

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Fushiguro was at a loss. His heart hurt. His head hurt. All he could was hold y/n in his arms. His head tilted up as he looked up at the ceiling.

She had told him everything.

At how Sukuna was here.

At how he told her to kill Nanami.

At how she obeyed with a promise of seeing Itadori.

At how Sukuna lied.

At how she learned that she killed Yūji.

At how Sukuna held her.

At how she cried and gripped at him and told him that it wasn't true.

At how Sukuna laughed. At how he taunted. At how he smirked.

At how she despaired.

At how she ran. At how she stumbled. At how she didn't care for anyone in a single moment.

At how she thought of Kugisaki and Fushiguro.

At how she needed them. Wanting to find them.

At how ...

At how she hates herself.

But, Fushiguro held her nonetheless. Shit happens. Worlds end. Happiness is destroyed. Friends die. War tears. War rages. Sukuna destroys. Fushiguro didn't know what to do anymore. They had a plan. The plan failed. Hell, the plan didn't even have a chance to start.

Fushiguro just didn't know what the hell to do anymore ...

He let his eyes slip close. His breath evening out. As he let his thoughts, his ideas, his mind take over.

He thought things through. He thought of everything that has happened. He thought of the pain. He thought of the sadness. He thought about the destruction of the world.

Then that thought popped up again but he couldn't ask her that. It wouldn't be right. He had a job to do. He had a responsibility. He had to do whatever he could to save the world along with the other jujutsu sorcerers that littered about the area. Even if they did take a major hit just now. They could come back. They could regroup. They could save Gojo and get back on track.

Though,

The thought was still there.

The thought of ... simply asking her...

Of ...

would you run away with me?

.
.
.

He couldn't. He couldn't ask her that. But ... look at everything that just happened.

The could simply runaway. Sukuna never being able to find them. Never getting a hold of them.

She wouldn't have to be Sukuna's tool, and he would have to be Sukuna's entertainment of being just some punching bag.

So ...

"Would you run away with me, y/n?"