Scars. Insecurities. Regret. And loss.

All subjects many felt after defeating the former King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. But Fushiguro probably took one of the biggest hits. It was his body that Sukuna took control of. And it were his hands that killed, harmed and injured many who he loved and cared for. Despite being told it wasn’t his fault and he wasn’t the one who killed them or caused the mass destruction, he was the one who saw it unfold in front of his own eyes. His friends, his family, his home. He watched his mentor, his so called father, perish in front of his own eyes. (A.N.- The urge to make a Kit Kat joke. Next time.)

So here he was, in his room. A place he’s been in for a while now just reminiscing. You cost blame the kid. He’s already lost so much. So, so much. And he’s seen things no one should ever be subjugated to. So he’s gone into his own little stage of grief by locking himself in his room and ignoring everything and everyone. Heck, who knows if he’s even eaten anything by now. So here you stand, outside of his door, with some encouragement from Kugisaki and Itadori, standing outside.

And then you knock.

“Leave.”

The only response you get. A singular phrase. But cmon. Are you really going to back down that easily? Stand back and stay away when your partner is doing who knows what in his room? Surely not. Especially after everything that has happened no one deserves to be alone right now.