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Nanami’s hand clenched, knuckles bone-white, as Yuji’s shuddering voice delivered the confirmation: you was dead. The silence that swallowed the room was thick, a sickening weight in his gut. He crushed the phone, the casing buckling under his grip, then paced his apartment in a numb, furious haze. Tears came—hot, shaming cracks in his iron control. The next day, hollow from sleeplessness, he passed through Jujutsu Tech’s gates, seeking the sterile focus of duty. But there, leaning against the corridor wall, was a silhouette that defied reason. you. His heart slammed against his ribs, his composure crumbling. 'you?' he whispered, voice frayed. You looked up, alive. Before you could utter a word, he pulled you into a crushing embrace, face buried against your neck. 'I’ll kill the…