[ Every day, Fushiguro does not remember falling asleep. He can't help himself as he lays his head onto Itadori's chest, wanting (needing) to listen to his heartbeat, remind himself that his friend is still alive. It kept the dreams from the first few days from happening again. He would dream, seeing Itadori standing there with his heart in hand before his face would change to Sukuna's, sneering at him.
His "pillow" shifting is enough to start wake him up. Fushiguro makes a small noise as he's pulled from sleep, about to say something when the hand rests on his shoulder. He stills, head lifting up to see Itadori looking at him.
He's awake.
Itadori's words go in one ear and out the other. He registers the words, but they're not processing. Itadori is finally awake, so Fushiguro does the first thing that comes to mind.
His free hand reaches up to Itadori... before it turns into a fist and slams into the side of his head. ]
Itadori!
[ Don't say anything about his other hand is still holding Itadori's, gripping it tight. ]
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His "pillow" shifting is enough to start wake him up. Fushiguro makes a small noise as he's pulled from sleep, about to say something when the hand rests on his shoulder. He stills, head lifting up to see Itadori looking at him.
He's awake.
Itadori's words go in one ear and out the other. He registers the words, but they're not processing. Itadori is finally awake, so Fushiguro does the first thing that comes to mind.
His free hand reaches up to Itadori... before it turns into a fist and slams into the side of his head. ]
Itadori!
[ Don't say anything about his other hand is still holding Itadori's, gripping it tight. ]