[ There's no way he can actually tell Fushiguro, can he?
No, there's no way. He already knows what Sukuna did to him, to bury his soul, so deep that nothing seems to have done anything to make him come back, not even what happened to Gojo-sensei. To tell Fushiguro that his sister is gone, that Gojo is gone, that Yuji is risking it all for the hope of saving him, to the point of eating his own brothers...
There's no way, the idea of it unfathomable. He doesn't imagine he'd be able to do it in the future, either. ]
... No.
[ There's a chance that Fushiguro won't accept that, but it's never been the kind of relationship they've had in the past. Yuji's ears droop, his tail hangs, the energy gone from him as he crosses his arms over his chest and clutches at his stomach. ]
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No, there's no way. He already knows what Sukuna did to him, to bury his soul, so deep that nothing seems to have done anything to make him come back, not even what happened to Gojo-sensei. To tell Fushiguro that his sister is gone, that Gojo is gone, that Yuji is risking it all for the hope of saving him, to the point of eating his own brothers...
There's no way, the idea of it unfathomable. He doesn't imagine he'd be able to do it in the future, either. ]
... No.
[ There's a chance that Fushiguro won't accept that, but it's never been the kind of relationship they've had in the past. Yuji's ears droop, his tail hangs, the energy gone from him as he crosses his arms over his chest and clutches at his stomach. ]
Sorry, Fushiguro. I can't do it.