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❛ you should give it to her yourself. ❜
❝ ⸻ DOES IT MATTER … ? ❞
he stares listlessly at the dog good luck charm in his hands, turns it over once. tsumiki’s condition still stings fresh ; he can’t think of her without a stitch in his heart bursting open, without anxiety rising in his chest, making breathing an impossible task.
worse still is that he’s handled it alone — not physically, at least, as he knows gojo really has been doing what he can to get to the bottom of it, but mentally ; waiting until he’s isolated, alone in his room, hidden away from the rest of the world to even think of allowing everything to pour out, unwrap the bandages until it all runs dry.
he feels like a child to even have any stock at all in something like a good luck charm —
❝ it’s not going to wake her up. it’s just for my own stupid ego, isn’t it ? ❞
but even as he closes his hand into a fist around it, wants to squeeze the life out of something, shoulders starting to falter under the weight of his world falling around him, he’s gentle, won’t break it.
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