[ Yuji nods into Nanami’s chest, hiccuping quietly with his tears, the soft sobs rolling through him. He thought he could handle it better, but… It’s too much. All of it.

He’s only fifteen.

Breathing out, he tries to muster himself as best he can. ]

Right before I came here. Sukuna activated a binding vow and Fushiguro became his vessel. When Gojo-sensei fought Sukuna, he died.

[ The noise that comes next is a subdued wail, a soft, mournful sound. He hasn’t had a moment to grieve, not really. ]

It’s all my fault.