a poison tree

It was Itadori’s kind nature that drew him in, and it was Itadori’s kind nature that repulsed him. His eternally optimistic and heroic ideals were a sign of his immaturity and his lack of awareness of the real world. Megumi wondered how he could still think that way after everything that happened. How could he lose so much and still think he could save others? How could he look at Megumi and all that he’d done and think he could save him, or think he was worth saving at all? Still, he couldn’t be mad at Itadori, only the harsh world that had the gall to make him suffer this way, the same world that had made Tsumiki suffer.