[ All Yuji can think is that he needs to turn around and hit; he needs to punch, to make sure that the threat of Sukuna is gone. It makes him feel a thrum of violence he hasn't felt in a long time, the kind he had felt when he had seen Sukuna in his eye, the threat of losing control, the promise of so much more than he can put into words.
He squeezes his eyes shut, focussing on the voice. That guy isn't Sukuna. He doesn't need to hurt him, that would be stupid. He's better than this. He has to be. ]
That doesn't mean I should just hit you! That - it isn't right, you haven't done anything wrong.
[ Yuji's hands squeeze above his thighs, pushing himself. ]
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He squeezes his eyes shut, focussing on the voice. That guy isn't Sukuna. He doesn't need to hurt him, that would be stupid. He's better than this. He has to be. ]
That doesn't mean I should just hit you! That - it isn't right, you haven't done anything wrong.
[ Yuji's hands squeeze above his thighs, pushing himself. ]
Itadori Yuji.