[ The problem is that Yuji is well aware he's not able to put up any kind of fight right now. Being physically weaker isn't the problem - that's never stopped him before - but the knowledge he has no cursed energy as a backup is something he's painfully conscious of. Being laughed at doesn't ease that burden, and he grits his teeth. Last time he and Getou (or whatever his name had been, the fighting had left Yuji's ears a little fuzzy) had fought, he had absolutely almost died, but does that matter?
It doesn't help that the flowers are still speaking, echoing around him, reflecting his own words back at him: I'm you. I'm probably nothing more than a cog. I don't need to find a meaning... It makes him feel sick, remembering that moment with blistering clarity in the back of his mind. He doesn't want this, he doesn't really want to fight, not when he's weaker, and he's not sure of the consequences, but... ]
yuji right now: https://i.ibb.co/gMVkgdf/Untitled.jpg
It doesn't help that the flowers are still speaking, echoing around him, reflecting his own words back at him: I'm you. I'm probably nothing more than a cog. I don't need to find a meaning... It makes him feel sick, remembering that moment with blistering clarity in the back of his mind. He doesn't want this, he doesn't really want to fight, not when he's weaker, and he's not sure of the consequences, but... ]
It's none of your business.
[ He squeezes his fists into shape. ]
What do you want?