your scars are

Yuuji’s heard of certain stories. Of people so sick with love that, eventually, it becomes each other's; they meld into a single being.It’s a dream, maybe. A far away idea that he’s never before considered, studied, tried.He thinks he doesn’t want to. He thinks that it would be a nightmare come to life.Would he forget?Forget Megumi’s face, his voice, his hands?Maybe Yuuji would end up poisoning him— that his soul which Sukuna tormented would bleed into Megumi so much that he began to choke on his own life.A little thing whispers to him that maybe Megumi would let it.