#flew too close to the sun (launched himself with a borrowed ability)

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Grian having the absolute epitome of an Icarus moment in the new Wild Life is so funny

[halaxia]

cw | blood, injury, angst

The sun was bright, almost obnoxiously so, the air smelling of spring, sweets, and flowers. Birds chirped happily as they flew across the bright blue sky, some stopping to observe life beneath them from electrical wires that hung above while others continued their journey, once again singing their joyous tune.

It was a beautiful day, and you were dying.

It was supposed to be an easy mission: survey the area, take out the curse (a fourth grade, the report misinformed), and be on your way. However, the aforementioned “simple mission” took a turn for the worst and resulted in the difficult exorcism of a horde of vicious curses and Inumaki’s hands stained with your blood.

The collar of his uniform was unzipped, mouth opening and closing as he searched for something, anything he could say that wouldn’t curse you far more than you already had been. Just hold on, stay a little longer—he only wished he could offer you his reassurance through more than his pleading gazes and shaking hands.

“It’s not safe here, Toge,” you managed, looking up at the boy who’s lips were stained with his own blood from use of his cursed speech. “You shouldn’t—you can’t use your cursed technique anymore without hurting yourself. The veil hasn’t been lifted yet, th-”

You cut yourself off with a cough as blood sputtered from your lips and Inumaki’s hands applied more pressure to the deep wound in your abdomen, violet eyes widening with worry. The corners of your vision were beginning to darken, Inumaki’s face going in and out of focus before you. You were fading away—you could feel it, as could he.

He had called Ijichi numerous times to no avail (Inumaki’s phone had no signal while yours was shattered following a nasty blow dealt to you by the curse), the older man most likely trying to lower the veil after sensing something had gone awry—you always commended Ijichi on his perceptiveness.

Without a working phone, Inumaki couldn’t reach any of his fellow second years, nor could he his underclassmen, and Gojo was away God knows where on a business trip, though Inumaki was doubtful if his sensei would have been able to break through the veil, had he been there.

Nobody was coming.

A loud bang sounded from around you—it was likely another curse, clumsily stalking it’s prey before launching its attack. Inumaki was far too concerned with your blood seeping through the gaps of his fingers to worry about his surroundings.

“Toge, please,” you sobbed, not even having realized you’d begun crying until you heard your quivering voice plead with the blond. “I-I’m fine, really, I-”

More blood fell from your lips, and more tears welled up in Inumaki’s eyes and fell onto his flushed cheeks. The curse was getting closer, you could feel it.

“If you don’t kill that curse, we’ll both end up dead.” With as much strength as you could muster you pushed Inumaki away from you, leaving the curse just in his line of sight from where he sat a mere foot away from you. You met his worried look with a weak nod of reassurance before rolling him his throat spray which had fallen out of his pocket in his frenzy.

Biting back another coughing fit of blood to the best of your ability, you smiled.

“I’ll be fine, just hurry.”

Another loud bang, and Inumaki knew he could no longer ignore the beast that was quickly approaching. Everything after that happened far too quickly for Inumaki to recall—trying his best to look past the smeared blood on the outside of his throat spray, he downed the bottle quickly before attacking the curse nearly just as fast, and by utilizing both his cursed speech and the cursed weapon he’d borrowed from Maki, he exorcised the curse with such speed that even Gojo Satoru himself would have been impressed.

Unfortunately, Inumaki wasn’t fast enough.

The first thing Ijichi heard once the veil had been lifted was the guttural sound of sobs, and the first thing he saw upon rushing into the previously cursed alleyway was your limp body clutched in Inumaki’s arms.

His voice, hoarse from overuse, repeated your name over and over and over again, each time more desperate and hurt than the last.

“Don’t leave me,” he sobbed, your body still warm in his hands, your blood staining his uniform. “Don’t leave, please don’t leave, please…”

The sun was bright, and the air smelt of spring, sweets, and flowers. Birds chirped happily as they flew across the bright blue sky, some stopping on an adjacent rooftop to listen to Inumaki’s hopeless cries before continuing on their journey, singing their merry songs once more.

It was a beautiful day, and Inumaki had lost you.