ただの友達 | y. okkotsu

"Okkotsu Yuta-kun."

Gojo Satoru entered the execution room— a room decorated with countless talismans and a chair sitting right in the middle, housing someone to be killed.

Gojo saw a knife on the floor, its blade twisted and sharp point curved. He picked it up, presenting it to the bow who sat at the chair in the middle of the room.

"This... Was a knife."

Yuta paused before deciding to speak.

"I tried to kill myself. But Rika-chan got in the way."

"And how about your friend if she heard Okkotsu Yuta killed himself?"

"If you're talking about [y/n], she'd be better off without me. My death wouldn't matter to anyone in this world."

"Geez... you're pretty depressing, huh. Aren't you supposed to start school today?" Gojo asked, now dropping the bare minimum of a smile he tried to put on previously.

"I'm not going. I don't want to hurt anyone ever again. So I'm done going outside." He replied, continuously hugging his legs as he sat on the chair.

"But... won't it get lonely all by yourself?" To Gojo, it was decided the first time he met him that he would be added to his list of students.

"I was always alone anyway." He said bitterly, making Gojo let out a small chuckle.

"Then what would you call [l/n] [y/n]? Hasn't she stayed with you ever since?"

Yuta bit his lower lip, emotions threatening to pour. "As I said, [y/n] would be better off without me. She has nothing to do with Rika, or me, in the first place."

"Hm... I don't think it's for you to decide whether or not [y/n] is made the right decision by choosing to stay with you even after Rika's death. But oh well. The curse you're afflicted with. Depending on how it's used, you can use it to save people too, you know? Learn how to harness that power instead of throwing it all away. I've already decided that you'd be a new student at our school. and as long as [y/n] is here, you probably don't even have to worry that much about Rika anymore. You're one lucky guy wasting all the opportunities around him if you don't take my offer."

~

You woke up in a bed you knew not to be yours, in a room that looked very unfamiliar.

"Yuta... YUTA?" You jumped to a sit, turning your head around to look at every part of the room, panickily looking for him.

You touched your forehead, a fever patch stuck to your head and a tube needled onto a vein on your left hand.

Your right hand was cuffed onto the railing of the bed, preventing you from getting out and looking for Yuta.

"What..." You tried everything to escape from the cuff, but you were too weak to do so. Your wrist was already raw from your attempts to slide out from it, and you saw it bleeding a little but you didn't mind. All that you cared about right now was finding Yuta and learning about where you were at the moment.

You wiped the tears that formed in your eyes from the heat and soreness your lids gave off.

You continued to struggle, shaking your hands and pulling it from the cuff, the whole room in silence except for the jingling of the shackles.

Finally, with one pull using all of your might, you successfully slid out of the cuff, scraping the skin on your wrist and grazing your fingers.

Quickly, you hopped out of the bed, feeling a little tipsy, but it was just the headache that came with your fever and malnutrition.