[ That doesn’t mean he can take everything on board so easily, though. Fushiguro wants him to be happy, he gets that, and he has found happiness here - spending time with Nanami, doing stupid stuff with his friends, going out on dates and being a teenager for once - but it doesn’t ease the heavy weight of his own heart. Yuji knows that nothing will make that better, in the end, so he’s settled for a reality where he can survive.
It’s what he’s best known for, his strength: he’s durable, strong, determined. Given a task, he’ll fight until it’s done. He’ll push himself to the limit of his own ability in order to save as many people as he can, to really try to make their lives and his death have meaning. Maybe that’s a hope he should’ve given up on by now, after all that he’s send, but he can’t forget the promises he’s made either.
He’s strong, so he needs to help people. Die surrounded by friends. Carry Nanami’s share of suffering. Stand tall as a sorcerer, using their memory and their hopes as his strength.
Does he wish it was easier? Sometimes, in the darker moments. Does he wish he was done? Yeah. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up, nor does it mean he’s going to stop doing what he can. He’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other until they finally succeed, or he dies in the process.
Fushiguro’s arms around him surprise him, Yuji’s eyes flickering open before he sinks into the embrace, leaning into his friend and closing his eyes. He feels… Safe, now. Totally safe and taken care of, even if he wants to shove the feeling away. This isn’t Fushiguro’s burden to bear. ]
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[ That doesn’t mean he can take everything on board so easily, though. Fushiguro wants him to be happy, he gets that, and he has found happiness here - spending time with Nanami, doing stupid stuff with his friends, going out on dates and being a teenager for once - but it doesn’t ease the heavy weight of his own heart. Yuji knows that nothing will make that better, in the end, so he’s settled for a reality where he can survive.
It’s what he’s best known for, his strength: he’s durable, strong, determined. Given a task, he’ll fight until it’s done. He’ll push himself to the limit of his own ability in order to save as many people as he can, to really try to make their lives and his death have meaning. Maybe that’s a hope he should’ve given up on by now, after all that he’s send, but he can’t forget the promises he’s made either.
He’s strong, so he needs to help people. Die surrounded by friends. Carry Nanami’s share of suffering. Stand tall as a sorcerer, using their memory and their hopes as his strength.
Does he wish it was easier? Sometimes, in the darker moments. Does he wish he was done? Yeah. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up, nor does it mean he’s going to stop doing what he can. He’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other until they finally succeed, or he dies in the process.
Fushiguro’s arms around him surprise him, Yuji’s eyes flickering open before he sinks into the embrace, leaning into his friend and closing his eyes. He feels… Safe, now. Totally safe and taken care of, even if he wants to shove the feeling away. This isn’t Fushiguro’s burden to bear. ]
I’m glad we’re here together.