curse bless me now

The first thing Fushiguro Toji does upon his re-entrance into the world of the living is find the nearest convenience store.Eventually, he walks out of the store to sit on the curb, the quiet jingle tune of the door sensor ringing in his ears. He sits there for a moment, oddly numb as a cold air sweeps through the dim street. He takes a moment to blankly lift the hem of his shirt and feels nothing when he looks down to find the twisted, raised skin of his stomach, swirling on the side of his abdomen where a crater should’ve been. He raises a hand to his temple, a headache blinding but still unable to mask the death dream of a Megumi all grown up.

Not a Zen’in, huh?

“Huh. That shitty punk really killed me.”The observation hits nothing but the cold air of the night and his own ears. He lets himself go still for a moment before chugging the rest of his third can of Asahi.OR: Toji finds himself risen from the dead twice over.