it’s almost been a year. this week , the collective memory of the tragedy in shinjuku weighed heavily on everyone. itadori found himself grappling with memories that swirled relentlessly in his mind. despite the passage of time , these wounds never fully healed. they served as a permanent reminder etched into his being , akin to the scars on his skin — a constant echo of a day that changed everything. he still wasn’t sure if he had even deserved to make it out alive. a part of him had already died that day.
yet , he continued breathing , his heart persistently beating with each passing day. and maybe , just maybe , the reason for his continued existence lay in megumi. someone who endured as much pain as he did — the person he cared deeply for , the one he loved. for megumi’s sake , itadori felt an unspoken commitment , a determination to protect him , a willingness to traverse any distance or endure any trial just to ensure that he could see another year.
but today was special. or , it should be. itadori didn’t plan on going all out. he knew well enough that it wouldn’t be what he wanted. he’d made breakfast for him to have in bed. and , now , he’s just put the finishing touches on the cupcakes he made. he arranged everything nicely on the tray along with a single cupcake and a candle stuck right in the middle. with a nod to himself he picked it up and makes his way to @fshguro's room , using his foot to lightly knock on the door. balancing the food on one arm he pushes his way in and offers a smile.
❛❛ you’re awake . . . good morning. ❜❜ setting the tray down on the table next to the bed he sits on the edge. leaning forward , he planted a tender kiss on his forehead. his lips then moved closer , gently pressing against megumi’s. ❛❛ happy birthday. ❜❜
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