All the questions that were originally stuck in Yoshino Junpei's throat disappeared completely. He looked at Yuji Itadori in front of him, who clearly did not look abnormal, but seemed to be overwhelmed by sadness. He swallowed back all the aggressiveness just now, and was a little at a loss for a moment. He pursed his lips awkwardly.

He reached out to touch Yuji Itadori's hair and told him not to be sad or upset.

I am still here, I am not dead yet, I don't need you to save me, the past is past, and I am still standing in front of you alive.

But the power of words was so weak, so weak that he couldn't make any sound. He could only look at Yuji Itadori and watch him say to him, "I'm sorry, I still made you sad. Don't cry."

Yoshino Junpei then realized that his face was already covered with tears. The sour tears kept falling down his cheeks and onto the sheets. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a short sob that could not even form a complete sentence.

Such a scene happened once not long ago. At that time, Junpei Yoshino just learned from the real person that Yuji Itadori lost his sense of taste because of him. He was full of disbelief and dared to question him directly. Yuji Itadori gently hugged him and told him not to be sad because of losing his sense of taste, because Yuji Itadori did this willingly.

At that time, he was held in the arms of Itadori Yuji. He was so addicted to the warmth of Itadori Yuji, but he didn't understand why. They had only known each other for a short time, so why was Itadori Yuji willing to pay such a great price for him and even sacrifice his own life to keep him.

Now he finally understood why this was such a huge price to pay.

This was clearly a small price that Yuji Itadori paid to save him.

He looked carefully at Yuji Itadori's still youthful face, and hugged him tightly. Yoshino Junpei choked up and said, "You, you are only fifteen years old."

What kind of age is fifteen? At this age, Yuji Itadori should be a carefree high school student. Apart from worrying about his grades every day, the only thing that can confuse him is what kind of person he will meet in the future. Will that person be a very lovely person? When Yuji Itadori likes him, will he also like Yuji Itadori?

Instead of having already walked through the bloody storm long ago, instead of...

The pink-haired boy lowered his eyes, patted Yoshino Junpei's back with his hand, and said in a calm voice: "Yes, I'm fifteen years old. In another three months, I will be sixteen."

Yoshino Junpei didn't know what Itadori Yuji meant by "You should be sixteen now". He just hugged Itadori Yuji and murmured, "Can you change it? Can you change it? Can you get back all the things you lost?"

Yuji Itadori has suffered so much, can I help him instead?

Yoshino Junpei hugged Yuji Itadori's thin body and felt that his bones were scratching his whole body, but it was far less painful than the pain in his heart.

"No more." The pink-haired boy said as he started laughing again, "Shunping, don't cry, don't cry because of this, if you can't change it back, then you can't change it back, I'm still alive and well, right?"

In the past, what Yoshino Junpei liked most was Yuji Itadori's smile. He always felt that Yuji Itadori was like an angel, and his smile was warm and bright. But now, looking at Yuji Itadori's smile, he just wanted to say: "Yuji, if you don't like to laugh, you don't have to laugh..."

There is no need to pretend that you are a little sun that never feels any pain. You don’t need to be so sunny all the time. You can be a little fragile and a little gloomy sometimes.

It's also okay to occasionally show your childish temper.

The pink-haired boy touched the corner of his lips and said with regret: "Is that so? You still don't have that feeling?"

Bang.

The door of the infirmary was pushed open again, and a strong wind rushed in. Mizue Yi raised his head and saw the face of Fushiguro Megumi. Following closely behind him was Kugizaki No Rose.

Fushiguro Megumi's face was covered in sweat. He had obviously just rushed back after completing his mission, and his face was full of fatigue from staying up late and running around.

He held the door tightly with both hands and asked, "What do you mean, you really don't have that feeling anymore?"

Megumi Fushiguro's voice was very calm. Compared to the outburst of emotions, Yoshino Junpei who was already crying and Kugizaki No Rose who was trying to calm herself down, he seemed like a stranger who just listened to a conversation that had nothing to do with him. Only on the door that had already shown white marks could one feel the slight leak of his emotions.

...The plot was even more perfect than Shui Jiangyi had imagined. There was no need for Yoshino Junpei to go out and spread the news. Everyone had already gathered in the infirmary, looking at him eagerly, just waiting for him to put down the last butcher knife, and then the story would be over.

How can we truly empathize with all the rumors?

All the heart-wrenching pain is truly heard and felt in front of you, and you would rather cut a knife in your heart and bury it deeply.

The pink-haired boy was silent for a while, then said, "As expected, I can't laugh anymore. I'm not the way you like me anymore, Huihui."

Megumi Fushiguro suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and as if he had just calmed down, he slowly walked towards Yuji Itadori.

Megumi Fushiguro has never been a person who likes to go to the infirmary. Since he was a child, what he hated most was the smell of medicine in the infirmary, which was unpleasant and pungent. He also disliked the empty paleness. Therefore, in the first ten years, even if Megumi Fushiguro was injured, he would not force himself to go to the infirmary, and he treated most of the wounds by himself.

At first, some people would try to persuade him, but after they realized that Megumi Fushiguro didn't like it, no one forced him anymore.

And this year.

This was the year he went to the infirmary most frequently. Every detail of every corner of the infirmary was deeply engraved in his mind and replayed in his brain.

He once sat by the hospital bed and fed Yuji Itadori, he once walked over from outside the door to hand him a bouquet of flowers, and he once picked him up again and again when Yuji Itadori tried to get up by holding the railing but fell to the ground.

Every time, Yuji Itadori would smile at him, with his eyes curved, and then he would hug him and say coquettishly, "Meihui is the best!"

Her voice is sweet and cheerful, just like that of a little kid.

Fushiguro Megumi stood beside Yuji Itadori's bed, then slowly squatted down, looking at Yuji Itadori at eye level, and said in a cold voice: "It's not just about peace, right?"

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