[Even loud music can’t drown out Itadori Yuji’s thoughts tonight. Usually, all he needs to do when the negative thoughts grip onto him and won’t relinquish their hold is shove his earbuds in and turn his phone all the way up, focusing on others and their hurt instead of his.
But tonight it’s too loud-- his brain is at war, telling him that bad things will happen soon, and there isn’t anything Yuji can do to escape them. The thoughts drag him down, down, down…
He shuts the music off, rips the headphones from his ears, and sits up in the bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the thick black of his bedroom, and when they do, he pushes himself up, pulls the hem of his shirt down. His bare feet pad across the wooden floor and to the door, not bothering to turn on the light as he goes.
Yuji moves out of the bedroom, down the halls, to the outside. The cold night air stings his skin, the sharpness of it bringing tears to his eyes. It burns in his lungs. And yet, it is so sobering. The sudden chattering of his teeth helps fight off those loud thoughts that had been plauging him all night, all day.
He stands there, watching at the sky. Yuji knows nothing about constellations, but stars have always fascinated him. How something so far away can light up their sky here on Earth. And eventually those stars will burn out, fade from existence.
Just like him…
Yuji shakes his head, rubs his eyes, blinks a dozen times. Stop, he tells himself. Stop thinking like that.
It’s not a long life he has ahead of him, but it is a life, and he should stop focusing on the end of it.]
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an instance of insomnia
But tonight it’s too loud-- his brain is at war, telling him that bad things will happen soon, and there isn’t anything Yuji can do to escape them. The thoughts drag him down, down, down…
He shuts the music off, rips the headphones from his ears, and sits up in the bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the thick black of his bedroom, and when they do, he pushes himself up, pulls the hem of his shirt down. His bare feet pad across the wooden floor and to the door, not bothering to turn on the light as he goes.
Yuji moves out of the bedroom, down the halls, to the outside. The cold night air stings his skin, the sharpness of it bringing tears to his eyes. It burns in his lungs. And yet, it is so sobering. The sudden chattering of his teeth helps fight off those loud thoughts that had been plauging him all night, all day.
He stands there, watching at the sky. Yuji knows nothing about constellations, but stars have always fascinated him. How something so far away can light up their sky here on Earth. And eventually those stars will burn out, fade from existence.
Just like him…
Yuji shakes his head, rubs his eyes, blinks a dozen times. Stop, he tells himself. Stop thinking like that.
It’s not a long life he has ahead of him, but it is a life, and he should stop focusing on the end of it.]