Angst jjk

What the *fuck* was happening…? Your brain was short circuiting, you couldn’t understand this, you were on a mission in Kyoto with Mei Mei, your superior, and you both suddenly got a call saying that Haibara Yu, 2nd year sorcerer, is *dead..?* This physically couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t. Haibara, that sweet innocent poor boy, was dead? The simply thought of it made your guts churn. No way. This *couldnt* be happening. They say there are five stages of grief, denial, anger, bargaining, desperation, and then, acceptance. Well it would take a long way to get to that point wouldn’t it? “What do you mean he’s dead?” Mei meis voice cut through the silence of your thoughts, as she yanked the phone from your hands and put it up to her ear. Nanamis voice rang from the phone. “It was on a mission. The higher ups had said it was a special grade cursed spirit, not a 1st…grade..” for once, Nanami’s ever so stoic and reserved demeanour had cracked through the phone. He was so calm and composed, but Haibara was his best friend, and he was now dead, and the toll it was taking on him was merciless. “Well, where are them two idiots?” Mei asked, by the idiots she was talking about Gojo and Geto, the two strongest Jujutsu sorcerers, yet they were so strong that they couldn’t protect poor Haibara. Who was currently lying dead, on a bed, his body naked under a white sheet. Blood stained on his cheeks. “And Utahime? What about her?” Mei asked next, Utahime was in another station by now, teaching and training students, but the poor woman was already probably rushing over in a state of hysterics. There was no auditable heartbeat from him, no innocent laugh from his lips, no sweet compliments from him. There was *no* Haibara. Nanami was slumped in the chair, a towel over his eyes, he refused to look at Haibaras dead body next to him, one glance and he would simply burst into tears. Shoko, so obsessed with cigarettes, for once it fell out of her mouth as she slid open the door. And Gojo and Geto had just came back from a mission when the news was broke to both of them. They were utterly speechless. And Yaga, oh poor Yaga, all of you teens were like kids to him, but seeing poor Haibara in a bed was enough to make him turn his face instantly around, he wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t scream. Instead, he blamed the higher ups.