WHO: Yuji Itadori & various ( closed and open prompts ) WHAT: Yuji has Canon Updated. It isn't going well. WHERE: Across the base WHEN: March 21 onwards WARNINGS: Jujutsu Kaisen spoilers up to chapter 248.
[ The first thing that Yuji feels when he wakes up is agony - pure agony.
Not the physical kind, there are no wounds on his body, no aches or paints that have him shaking or needing to go to the medical centre, but a deep well of emotional hurt that has his eyes immediately welling up with tears. He had gone to bed happy enough, content with the joy that came hand in hand with his birthday the previous day. His throat feels tight, panic thrumming through him, and he wheezes a little as he sits up. He doesn't even notice that he seems to shake the weight of his brother beside him, pushing the palm of his hands into his eyes.
The tears keep coming, but he can't breathe. It feels like someone is pressing down on him, kneeling on his chest, and he can't stop himself from making a pained, whimpering sound.
Slowly, slowly, he sinks down into the bed, the sobs coming as little hiccups, but he doesn't move to try and get closer to Choso. A small part of him thinks that he doesn't deserve that, hasn't earned anything that Choso might give him.
Gojo-sensei... Higuruma-san...
Yuji wails, the sound too loud in the silence of the room. ]
[ choso feels the change before he even wakes; his blood reacts to it before anything else, a hiccup in the pulse, a falling stillness followed by a surge of adrenaline. awareness spreads from his heart outwards, ripples of some fell stone cast into the slow-churning lake of his consciousness growing exponentially so when yuji begins to stir, choso is already halfway to the surface.
he wakes in stages, fingers twitching to breach the placid surface, lashes fluttering to blink away the binds of softly poisonous dreams. choso, he wakes on a murmur, a sleep-soft: ]
Yuji…?
[ -that quickly dissipates as he takes in the rictus of agony that yuji has become. yuji’s weeping has him levering himself up from the fetal curl he had fallen asleep in, hair coming loose from its looser ties to hang in his eyes as he stares into the dim dark.
something cold seizes him from within. ]
Yuji!?
[ sleep is as nothing in the face of the panic that grips choso by the throat. he lurches over, hands darting out, hesitating only for a whisper of a heartbeat this time before he lays hand on yuji, warm palms on his shoulder, on his arm, gripping firm and steady.
be calm, choso. be still, choso. you must be the big brother he needs now.
[ It’s still so hard to breathe, even with the knowledge that Choso is here, with the burst of their relationship solidifying in his mind, weeks together that unfolded in a single night. He was gone for months, but for no time at all. He had something to focus on, a fight to win, and now all that he has is an empty space. The quiet happiness he’d found here is tainted with the new memories, and he doesn’t know how to cope.
Choso’s hands on his shoulders are grounding, but it doesn’t help Yuji calm down immediately. His own hands - claws now, fingers flexing with the strange new shape of them - reach up to grip at his brother’s shirt, twisting the limbs into it in the same way his grief twists his stomach. Megumi… Gojo-sensei… Higuruma-san, Tsumiki-oneechan…
How did he let this happen? How did he fail so impossibly? The Binding Vow, how could he have forgotten?
Shaking his head, all Yuji can do is cry. It reminds him of the moment where Kugisaki and Nanamin had been taken from him, curled up on the ground in Shibuya and sobbing, wishing for death to come to him. Hating himself for his cowardice, his weakness, his inability to save anyone he cared about. It continues, a story with no happy ending other than Yuji Itadori’s death, a fair price to pay to save Megumi.
Slowly, his arms wrap around Choso, desperate, begging, wanting comfort but not feeling deserving. Feeling as though a knife has been shoved into his gut and he’s bleeding his life away through his tears. He wonders if Choso can feel it, if he really is losing blood, or if Choso can sense the change in him.
Yuji tries to speak through his tears but it just seems to make it worse, little desperate gasps coming between each sobs as his lungs cry out for air. ]
I… I went home… It’s awful, Choso - it’s awful - I ruined it all - it’s all my fault!
[ he doesn’t mean it to come out a boom, a roar of a thing, but it bursts out of him anyway, so great is his intensity, his need to drive that simple truth home in a way yuji will hear, will feel. never mind the neighbors, the city, the world.
panic forgotten, choso pulls yuji to his chest, crushes him in close to curl over him, a protective shell against, against what? against the world, against LILITH, against sukuna’s distant gaze? what does choso know? nothing. he knows nothing of what pains yuji, only that his little brother hurts, weeps, laments. knows nothing of the things that await them beyond LILITH’s summons only that his brother bleeds in a way choso cannot hope to heal.
the only thing choso is certain of in this life and the next is yuji’s innocence. ]
You haven’t! What has happened? What did you see?
[ his is one voice against whatever crowd screams in yuji’s skull, but choso pushes each syllable out like he could bull through the throng, his shout against cries innumerable. (against yuji himself) ]
[ The loud echo of Choso's voice startles him, to the point where he almost stops crying, lifting his head to stare at his brother with wide eyes filled with tears. It hurts a little, a frog in his throat, a rock in his stomach, and his hands are shaking as they hold on to the man above him. When people had asked him before what Choso meant to him, how they had been brothers when one is a curse and the other is a man, he hadn't been sure how to answer.
He understands now; he's a cursed object, more curse than human. They're more alike than he thought.
Letting himself be crushed into Choso, letting himself lean into the strength of his form, long limbed, powerful, but comforting and soft in the tenderness of a broken moment, he shivers, the tears still burning at his eyes. It feels volcanic, it feels agonising, as if he's been peeled back layer by layer.
Breathing out, he presses his face into Choso, mumbling, voice lost in the sheer darkness of hurt. ]
Gojo-sensei... Higuruma-san... They're gone, and Megumi... I'm not a vessel, the Vow, it... He changed.
[ Sukuna. Left him for Megumi, killed so many people, took so many lives, and it's all his fault. ]
[ yuji bears on his shoulders a future choso can only begin to guess at understanding, but he must try to regardless. he must. what agonies were wrought? what injuries, what pain inflicted? what more has been heaped on this one boy's back? gojo, this higuruma, not imprisoned not sealed but gone, gone? dead and truly gone? and fushiguro megumi-- ]
Yuji-- Yuji, is He gone?
[ no longer a vessel, a soul broken loose, and megumi, oh, that long cactus of a boy
sukuna has torn yuji inside out to steal his terrible prize. ]
[ For a moment, all he can do is nod, the words too difficult for him to muster and handle.
Yuji had never considered himself worth saving, not really, had never seen himself as someone who would survive; his role had been to fight and fight until it was time for his execution. Nanamin had told him here that if that was his belief then he should just quit being a sorcerer, but that's not who he is. He has to keep fighting - and now he has to fight to save Megumi.
That's his reason for living. Start by saving me.
Hands shaking, he tugs one of Choso's to his face, to where the marks of the second set of eyes used to be. No scars, nothing: totally blank. ]
[ the pad of a thumb slides down the plane of yuji's cheek and choso knows without having to see that it is so; the ugly warning markers of sukuna's residence were gone.
yuji was free, but at what price? it wasn't sukuna he lost. ]
We will take Megumi back.
[ megumi is here, probably showering at this hour, strange and alive and unaware. megumi is in tokyo with a monster in his skin. megumi is fine. megumi is going to be changed beyond comprehension.
You're with me... You're there, so I want to believe it.
[ If Yuji had asked him to, Choso would've fought Sukuna alone, but he would never do that to him. The fact that his brother wanted to be at his side, to fight with him, for him... It's something he'd never think to ask but makes him feels so grateful, so tender.
His arms wrap around his brother again, desperate for his weight, soothing him. ]
I'll do whatever it takes. Do you understand that?
[ if yuji asked, choso would move mountains, would spill himself out like a tidal wave, but he cannot fathom, does not even deign to consider asking the same of yuji; enough already has been taken from him.
choso can't tell him not to, either. no, it's up to him to work for yuji's future, with him. if yuji is to die in his course, then choso must be there to finish the job before he may accompany his little brother into the unknowing dark. ]
We will do what it takes. [ anything, everything. but for now, in this strange, quiet little room, choso can only hold tight. one broad hand cradles the back of yuji's head protectively, stroking through fluffy, sleep-crazed hair in slow soothing passes. ]
[ The absolute belief that Choso has is a little overwhelming - even with his friends, Yuji had always been aware that there was a limit, that there were some things he could never ask for. He'd never dare to suggest that Choso be there with him in the end, for whatever might happen between him and Sukuna now, but there's a sense of relief about it too.
He won't be alone. If everyone else is ripped from him, Choso will be at his side, helping to keep the pieces together.
Leaning close, he tilts his head against Choso's body, grips at him with shaky hands, stroking fingers down the sides of his body as he wheezes breaths, trying to restore himself to some semblance of control, of some measure of certainty. It's hard, but Choso helps, even through the still-falling tears. ]
[ the hand in yuji’s hair drops to rub steadily at his back in broad strokes: fingers folded in to drag knuckles down the line of his spine, kneading slow at the tight knots of muscle between shoulder blades; grief has made a ropework of the young man’s body, muscles taut and tense under choso’s careful palm. what kind of horrors has yuji seen in his time away? (in his ruinous dreams?) nothing choso can begin to comprehend. ]
I will always be. I am here for you, Yuji; I will always walk at my little brother’s side.
[ what else was there at journey’s end? only blood, only family, only them in the timeless, drifting dark. ]
[ Yuji knows Choso wouldn’t care as much about him now if there wasn’t that belief in their brotherhood, the blood that links them, but maybe that’s okay. It’s okay if it’s that which makes them love each other, because it’s as strong as any other bond he’s made. When he holds Choso close he knows that he can trust his words completely, and that means something.
He’s quiet for a long time, not quite able to muster any more words, his pain too fresh and real. He cries a little, on and off, but when he’s worn himself down to cracks and bruises he sniffles, trying not to wipe his face on his brother’s shirt. Gross. ]
Something… Something else happened too.
[ It’s not really something he can show off casually, but… ]
[ not a once has it crossed choso’s mind that yuji could be less, could be anything but choso’s brother; they were fated to fight together, all of them, from the moment the nine of them were conceived and yuji was born. choso, oh, he has been blessed, he has been blessed beyond his wildest hopes, terrifyingly, his only hope now lying in how well he can hold onto this perfect shining treasure:
itadori yuji, who bears the blood, who — who
eh? ]
Eh?
[bears now the ability to wield it.
so surprised is choso that he pulls back enough to Look at yuji, eyes darting between eyes searchingly, not quite daring to hope. (hands still patting absently away at pink fluff)
[ Yuji lets him have the time to process, because that's definitely a Choso thing - he's learned that. Now that he's spent more time with him, trained with him, watched him grow stronger and even more devoted, he can't help but want to give this version of his brother time and affection, just as he would at home.
It is like watching cogs turn in a machine, though.
Ironic.
Yuji tilts into the touch of his hand, closing his eyes and nodding. ]
You were teaching me now to use it, with Noritoshi-senpai. The descendent, not the - not Kenjaku, don't worry.
[ Pat, pat, pat on Choso's arm. He knows better. ]
[ noritoshi, the accursed name, but it lays on yuji’s tongue with the weight of a different association entirely; he speaks of someone whose back isn’t bowed with the weight of sin. it’s enough to settle choso’s hackles, enough to let him exhale heavy but soft as the cloud clears to let yuji’s revelation sink through.
blood manipulation. has yuji progressed so far already? or… ]
How did this come about? How did you discover you could command it?
[ he tries to soften the demands with the press of his hand, thumbing at yuji’s unmarred cheek while the cogs turn and turn, each new fact and scrap fitted into the clockworkee like disparate pieces of a grand, unknown puzzle. tries to soften himself and the grate of his voice by dropping it to a sonorous murmur. ]
[ It's a lot more complex than that, but Yuji's not sure if he's ready to talk about it. The Choso of the future understands it and respects it, but the Choso of right now... He sniffles, rubbing at his face, breathing out and shaking his head. ]
I'll tell you more later, okay? I... I don't know if I can talk about it all right now.
[ He just wants to be held, to be taken care of, just a little. To feel safe, and comfortable, and to come down from the cliff edge of pain. ]
[ there is something Different here, but choso cannot pick out what, why, where, how deep, how strong. a pervasive feeling of Something Else he cannot place; maybe it's the late hour, the situation, the last while spent listening to yuji's racing heart crashing beneath the heave of labouring lungs, but the knowing remains just out of reach, revelation ironically lurking just out of sight. later. later he can worry about it. later he can reason with it.
for now, he only nods, only tips in to press his forehead to yuji's with a low exhale. ]
It's okay. We have time. It's okay.
[ choso gets up then, pulls away only to reposition, to settle himself cross legged more in the middle of the bed in stability. thus rooted, he holds his hands palm-up to yuji in invite: little tiger, climb out of your grave of tangled blankets and raw memory to a warmer place. ]
[ He's relieved when Choso lets it go, a conversation he doesn't want to cling to right now - it's too heavy a topic, too painful to think about amongst all the other things. Yuji still feels too fragile, the weight on his heart tugging him down and making him want to curl up again. He hasn't really stopped crying, but the comfort of his brother beside him is easing some of his struggle.
The touch to his forehead, though, has him shaking with the tenderness of it. Would he have coped this well without Choso by his side, without his brother to soothe the sting of the future?
Choso moves, and he mourns it briefly before he realises why, and he crawls out of his cocoon of blankets to settle where Choso wants him to go. His body sinks against his brother, his own roots twining in the same way their blood does, and he closes his eyes. ]
[ choso is no expert in the act of physical touch; what memories that aren’t his (bloody impacts and violence curling fingers into fists) are distant, textbook clean and sanitized; mere entries to scan over, moments like photographs of someone else’s life he has no interest in delving into.
but this is different. it’s easy with yuji. choso’s body moves without fuss or hesitation, as easy as breathing; an arm winding around his little brother’s shoulders to tuck this shaking body in tight against his chest, the other curling to cradle this sleep-mussed head in close. choso, he makes a barrier of himself, curls over yuji in a protective shell. ]
I will never leave you. [ and his voice is so soft, so quiet, reverberant in his chest, lips brushing over yuji’s brow as cheek presses to yuji’s head, as choso noses and nuzzles in like he could possibly settle in closer. ]
I promise you. I swear unto you: I will always be here with you, Yuji.
[ It feels strangely safe, protected, Yuji taken care of - because that's what Choso wants to do. He's never known how to have brothers, siblings, anything like that, just him and his grandpa and the echo of parents that are far out of his reach. He doesn't know what it means to love someone with that unconditional, platonic perfection, but he's starting to feel it; he's starting to understand it now, with Choso at his side.
He can curl against Choso and feel safe, a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Closing his eyes, he sinks into the embrace, sinks closer, lets himself be taken care of. Lets himself be cherished, warmed, trapped in a tenderness he doesn't want to escape.
Lifting one hand, he rests it gently on Choso's chest, nodding his head. ]
Okay. Then I'll promise the same, too, okay? I'll be here for you too.
[ they are two in this alien world. they are many, teams and wards and souls from across the universe, yes, but in this quiet little room, here in the thrumming dark, they are two creatures huddling for warmth in the alien night.
what else can choso give to yuji but everything? ]
I know you will. Together. We will be together, always.
[ he must be steady for yuji, he must be the stone behind which yuji may weather the storm, but his pulse still stutters, the knot still forms in choso's throat despite his best efforts. can yuji feel it, how his breath quivers? can he feel the tremble in choso's jaw when he presses lips to yuji's temple?
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he wakes in stages, fingers twitching to breach the placid surface, lashes fluttering to blink away the binds of softly poisonous dreams. choso, he wakes on a murmur, a sleep-soft: ]
Yuji…?
[ -that quickly dissipates as he takes in the rictus of agony that yuji has become. yuji’s weeping has him levering himself up from the fetal curl he had fallen asleep in, hair coming loose from its looser ties to hang in his eyes as he stares into the dim dark.
something cold seizes him from within. ]
Yuji!?
[ sleep is as nothing in the face of the panic that grips choso by the throat. he lurches over, hands darting out, hesitating only for a whisper of a heartbeat this time before he lays hand on yuji, warm palms on his shoulder, on his arm, gripping firm and steady.
be calm, choso. be still, choso. you must be the big brother he needs now.
his voice only shakes a little this time. ]
What happened? Are you hurt?
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Choso’s hands on his shoulders are grounding, but it doesn’t help Yuji calm down immediately. His own hands - claws now, fingers flexing with the strange new shape of them - reach up to grip at his brother’s shirt, twisting the limbs into it in the same way his grief twists his stomach. Megumi… Gojo-sensei… Higuruma-san, Tsumiki-oneechan…
How did he let this happen? How did he fail so impossibly? The Binding Vow, how could he have forgotten?
Shaking his head, all Yuji can do is cry. It reminds him of the moment where Kugisaki and Nanamin had been taken from him, curled up on the ground in Shibuya and sobbing, wishing for death to come to him. Hating himself for his cowardice, his weakness, his inability to save anyone he cared about. It continues, a story with no happy ending other than Yuji Itadori’s death, a fair price to pay to save Megumi.
Slowly, his arms wrap around Choso, desperate, begging, wanting comfort but not feeling deserving. Feeling as though a knife has been shoved into his gut and he’s bleeding his life away through his tears. He wonders if Choso can feel it, if he really is losing blood, or if Choso can sense the change in him.
Yuji tries to speak through his tears but it just seems to make it worse, little desperate gasps coming between each sobs as his lungs cry out for air. ]
I… I went home… It’s awful, Choso - it’s awful - I ruined it all - it’s all my fault!
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[ he doesn’t mean it to come out a boom, a roar of a thing, but it bursts out of him anyway, so great is his intensity, his need to drive that simple truth home in a way yuji will hear, will feel. never mind the neighbors, the city, the world.
panic forgotten, choso pulls yuji to his chest, crushes him in close to curl over him, a protective shell against, against what? against the world, against LILITH, against sukuna’s distant gaze? what does choso know? nothing. he knows nothing of what pains yuji, only that his little brother hurts, weeps, laments. knows nothing of the things that await them beyond LILITH’s summons only that his brother bleeds in a way choso cannot hope to heal.
the only thing choso is certain of in this life and the next is yuji’s innocence. ]
You haven’t! What has happened? What did you see?
[ his is one voice against whatever crowd screams in yuji’s skull, but choso pushes each syllable out like he could bull through the throng, his shout against cries innumerable. (against yuji himself) ]
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He understands now; he's a cursed object, more curse than human. They're more alike than he thought.
Letting himself be crushed into Choso, letting himself lean into the strength of his form, long limbed, powerful, but comforting and soft in the tenderness of a broken moment, he shivers, the tears still burning at his eyes. It feels volcanic, it feels agonising, as if he's been peeled back layer by layer.
Breathing out, he presses his face into Choso, mumbling, voice lost in the sheer darkness of hurt. ]
Gojo-sensei... Higuruma-san... They're gone, and Megumi... I'm not a vessel, the Vow, it... He changed.
[ Sukuna. Left him for Megumi, killed so many people, took so many lives, and it's all his fault. ]
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Yuji-- Yuji, is He gone?
[ no longer a vessel, a soul broken loose, and megumi, oh, that long cactus of a boy
sukuna has torn yuji inside out to steal his terrible prize. ]
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Yuji had never considered himself worth saving, not really, had never seen himself as someone who would survive; his role had been to fight and fight until it was time for his execution. Nanamin had told him here that if that was his belief then he should just quit being a sorcerer, but that's not who he is. He has to keep fighting - and now he has to fight to save Megumi.
That's his reason for living. Start by saving me.
Hands shaking, he tugs one of Choso's to his face, to where the marks of the second set of eyes used to be. No scars, nothing: totally blank. ]
I lost him.
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yuji was free, but at what price? it wasn't sukuna he lost. ]
We will take Megumi back.
[ megumi is here, probably showering at this hour, strange and alive and unaware. megumi is in tokyo with a monster in his skin. megumi is fine. megumi is going to be changed beyond comprehension.
choso's hold on yuji tightens. ]
You have not lost him yet.
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[ If Yuji had asked him to, Choso would've fought Sukuna alone, but he would never do that to him. The fact that his brother wanted to be at his side, to fight with him, for him... It's something he'd never think to ask but makes him feels so grateful, so tender.
His arms wrap around his brother again, desperate for his weight, soothing him. ]
I'll do whatever it takes. Do you understand that?
[ His death, too. ]
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choso can't tell him not to, either. no, it's up to him to work for yuji's future, with him. if yuji is to die in his course, then choso must be there to finish the job before he may accompany his little brother into the unknowing dark. ]
We will do what it takes. [ anything, everything. but for now, in this strange, quiet little room, choso can only hold tight. one broad hand cradles the back of yuji's head protectively, stroking through fluffy, sleep-crazed hair in slow soothing passes. ]
No matter what, I will be with you.
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He won't be alone. If everyone else is ripped from him, Choso will be at his side, helping to keep the pieces together.
Leaning close, he tilts his head against Choso's body, grips at him with shaky hands, stroking fingers down the sides of his body as he wheezes breaths, trying to restore himself to some semblance of control, of some measure of certainty. It's hard, but Choso helps, even through the still-falling tears. ]
I'm glad... I'm so glad you're at my side.
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I will always be. I am here for you, Yuji; I will always walk at my little brother’s side.
[ what else was there at journey’s end? only blood, only family, only them in the timeless, drifting dark. ]
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He’s quiet for a long time, not quite able to muster any more words, his pain too fresh and real. He cries a little, on and off, but when he’s worn himself down to cracks and bruises he sniffles, trying not to wipe his face on his brother’s shirt. Gross. ]
Something… Something else happened too.
[ It’s not really something he can show off casually, but… ]
I can use Blood Manipulation now too.
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itadori yuji, who bears the blood, who —
who
eh? ]
Eh?
[bears now the ability to wield it.
so surprised is choso that he pulls back enough to Look at yuji, eyes darting between eyes searchingly, not quite daring to hope. (hands still patting absently away at pink fluff)
did choso hear that right? ]
You… what?
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It is like watching cogs turn in a machine, though.
Ironic.
Yuji tilts into the touch of his hand, closing his eyes and nodding. ]
You were teaching me now to use it, with Noritoshi-senpai. The descendent, not the - not Kenjaku, don't worry.
[ Pat, pat, pat on Choso's arm. He knows better. ]
I can use it now.
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blood manipulation. has yuji progressed so far already? or… ]
How did this come about? How did you discover you could command it?
[ he tries to soften the demands with the press of his hand, thumbing at yuji’s unmarred cheek while the cogs turn and turn, each new fact and scrap fitted into the clockworkee like disparate pieces of a grand, unknown puzzle. tries to soften himself and the grate of his voice by dropping it to a sonorous murmur. ]
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[ It's a lot more complex than that, but Yuji's not sure if he's ready to talk about it. The Choso of the future understands it and respects it, but the Choso of right now... He sniffles, rubbing at his face, breathing out and shaking his head. ]
I'll tell you more later, okay? I... I don't know if I can talk about it all right now.
[ He just wants to be held, to be taken care of, just a little. To feel safe, and comfortable, and to come down from the cliff edge of pain. ]
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for now, he only nods, only tips in to press his forehead to yuji's with a low exhale. ]
It's okay. We have time. It's okay.
[ choso gets up then, pulls away only to reposition, to settle himself cross legged more in the middle of the bed in stability. thus rooted, he holds his hands palm-up to yuji in invite: little tiger, climb out of your grave of tangled blankets and raw memory to a warmer place. ]
Come here.
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The touch to his forehead, though, has him shaking with the tenderness of it. Would he have coped this well without Choso by his side, without his brother to soothe the sting of the future?
Choso moves, and he mourns it briefly before he realises why, and he crawls out of his cocoon of blankets to settle where Choso wants him to go. His body sinks against his brother, his own roots twining in the same way their blood does, and he closes his eyes. ]
Please... Don't leave me too. Not ever. Please.
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but this is different. it’s easy with yuji. choso’s body moves without fuss or hesitation, as easy as breathing; an arm winding around his little brother’s shoulders to tuck this shaking body in tight against his chest, the other curling to cradle this sleep-mussed head in close. choso, he makes a barrier of himself, curls over yuji in a protective shell. ]
I will never leave you. [ and his voice is so soft, so quiet, reverberant in his chest, lips brushing over yuji’s brow as cheek presses to yuji’s head, as choso noses and nuzzles in like he could possibly settle in closer. ]
I promise you. I swear unto you: I will always be here with you, Yuji.
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He can curl against Choso and feel safe, a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Closing his eyes, he sinks into the embrace, sinks closer, lets himself be taken care of. Lets himself be cherished, warmed, trapped in a tenderness he doesn't want to escape.
Lifting one hand, he rests it gently on Choso's chest, nodding his head. ]
Okay. Then I'll promise the same, too, okay? I'll be here for you too.
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what else can choso give to yuji but everything? ]
I know you will. Together. We will be together, always.
[ he must be steady for yuji, he must be the stone behind which yuji may weather the storm, but his pulse still stutters, the knot still forms in choso's throat despite his best efforts. can yuji feel it, how his breath quivers? can he feel the tremble in choso's jaw when he presses lips to yuji's temple?