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Melancholy pt. 3

Satoru Gojo (JJK) x Reader (You!) x Suguru Geto (JJK) (Platonic Relationship! You were all good friends during your high school years.)

mel·an·chol·y /ˈmel(ə)nˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. except, in this case, there is one. It's December 24th, a day of mourning. You reminisce about the memories you've shared with Suguru Getou, only to realize you are not alone.

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Life's Ensuing Rendezvous

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        "Wow, time flies, doesn't it?" Gojo looked up at the sky. He let out a small gasp as a snowflake landed on his nose. "And it's snowing too, fitting for this time of year, right?" He inquired as he took his hand from his coat's pocket to wipe the snowflake off his nose. However, you didn't reply as you stared back into the distant horizon. Gojo hummed and leaned down to your level, squinting his eyes. "Are you spaced out or something? Hey." He flicked the side of your head, which made you cringe. "Ow!" you replied with a hiss. "Satoru, don't do that!"

        "I asked you something," he pouted. "You didn't answer, so I figured that would catch your attention." He grinned. "A flick on the side of my head? Seriously? You haven't changed at all, Satoru." You sighed and complained, rubbing where he had flicked. "Do you think Getou would've liked spending time here with us?" Gojo suddenly asked, which made you furrow your brows in shock. A momentary silence befell the both of you. "Yeah," you finally replied. "I think he would've if... if he weren't a Jujutsu Sorcerer—if we all weren't one."

        "Yeah, you're right," he answered with a sigh embedded in his words. The momentary silence returned once again as you two caught your breath and admired the vibrant colors of Kyoto during the night and the various sounds that came along with the season. "Hey, Gojo?" You grabbed his attention. "Yeah?" he replied. "Thanks for accompanying me and reminiscing about our teenage years." You spoke with gratitude towards his action, which took an expression of surprise and pondering from Satoru. "It's no big deal," he murmured, scratching his head. "It's nice once in a while not to mourn alone in this specific spot, same time, same hour."

        "Huh?" you exclaimed in surprise. "You do this, too? Talk about destiny and fate pulling the strings behind the scenes," you murmured to yourself. Satoru snickered at the sentence. "Yeah, it's funny. Sometimes I forget I'm not the only one who dreads this day," he replied. "A little selfish of me, but I'm working on it."

        "Attempt is all that matters," you comforted the taller man beside you. All he did was nod and close his eyes. "Wanna grab a bite?" he inquired in his old-fashioned way. "All of this moping has me starving. Let's enjoy this day in his stead," Satoru proposed. Your sad eyes sparkled as he attempted to lighten the mood. "Where are we going?" you asked. "To the sweets shop! We've got to lighten up the night, yeah? I could go for some Tiramisu or some Kikufuku," his eyes landed again on you, those insufferable yet beautiful eyes comforting that lingering woe in your heart. "Are you in?"

        "Yeah," you replied somewhat absentmindedly. "You lead, and you're paying." Your statement got him to groan and complain.

        Somewhere in the distance, gentle brown eyes gazed upon the two of you. A smile accompanied that figure who chased the silhouettes of Satoru Gojo and yourself. Only briefly did you feel the presence of someone you yearned to see once more. Words whispered in the air with a familiar tune and voice. Just like it arrived, it vanished.

        "Don't do anything stupid now, you two. Merry Christmas."

        What is mourning? Mourning is the term we all use for deep sadness over someone who has moved on from our lives, whether passed away or suddenly lost contact. Mourning is also coming to terms with acceptance, living your life to the fullest with the essence of that person who marked your life for many days, weeks, months, and maybe years and cycles to come.

        It's alright to be melancholic and yearn for a possibility you wish you had. It's okay to feel sorrow, but life is an ensuing rendezvous, not stopping for anyone. At some point in your life, you will reunite with Suguru Getou and spend your blue days beside him with Satoru Gojo and the rest of your former classmates.

        You must continue living for him and leaving a mark in your daily life and the Jujutsu Sorcery world. That's what he would have wanted for Gojo and you.

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Melancholy pt. 2

Satoru Gojo (JJK) x Reader (You!) x Suguru Geto (JJK) (Platonic Relationship! You were all good friends during your high school years.)

mel·an·chol·y /ˈmel(ə)nˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. except, in this case, there is one. It's December 24th, a day of mourning. You reminisce about the memories you've shared with Suguru Getou, only to realize you are not alone.

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Our Blue Days, A Precious Memory

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 "Yo, Satoru!" Getou greeted his best friend, eagerly waving his hand before placing it back in his pants pocket. "What are you up to?" he inquired shortly after.

        "Getou~!" Satoru Gojo, his only best friend, greeted back with a tune embedded in his voice. "Oh, I bought all of these sweets because I was hungry. I was looking for you. I wanted to share these with you," he spoke with glee. Satoru practically beamed around the other stoic male, whose back was more bent than a shrimp's natural position. It permanently blinded the other in some way figuratively.

        "How curious. I was also looking for you. Nanami and Shoko included," Getou brushed the strand of his hair that hung right before his eye. "There's a new student in town. We're all going to greet them right now. It's better to leave a good impression on them and start with a solid foot, yeah?" 

        "Do I have to go?" Satoru complained almost immediately, huffing as he lowered his dark blue sunglasses to have a better look at his companion. "That sounds like a lot to do already. I want to spend some time with you. I barely have time now with all of the Special Grade missions those old farts are throwing at me back to back," he pouted. "We can eat those sweets on the way and talk. It's not going to be the end of the world, Satoru. I will always be here by your side," Getou reassured the other, who received a toothy grin in reply to his comforting words. "Fine, fine! No need to get so corny with me, geez."

        "Great," Getou smiled. "I know where they are already, so let's get going before we're late." He began to walk ahead as he spoke, Satoru eagerly following behind like a lost puppy. In his old fashion, he swung his arm and slung it over the shoulders of the other, who pushed away his best friend playfully. "Satoru, get off me, and let's hurry up." Getou restated, his slim eyes shutting tightly as his gaze approached the school's pillared hallways. "Yeah, yeah, but can we eat the Kikufuku? I'm starving!"

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Being in Tokyo, Japan's Jujutsu Tech High School was the least of the places you thought you'd be. Having the potential to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer wasn't on your bingo card for this year, either. It was strange. Life has twisted and turned to give you what you longed for: an adventure into the unknown and answers to how you could even see what others could not witness: curses. You didn't want to complain about it, though. In truth, you had nothing to complain about. A change of scenery was primarily needed anyway. 

        You explored the school on your own for the time being. It was extensive and detailed, almost like a shrine. You felt overwhelmed by all the different sights: the dorms, the classrooms, and even battlegrounds with charred marks from previous spars. Your mind wandered to the cool things the Jujutsu Sorcerers could cast and do in general. You felt excited for the future here, which promised much better than your past in Sendai, Miyagi.

        Your solitary walk came to an end as you heard the voices of other students nearby. "They shouldn't be too far now," said a male student to the group. He had flat, blonde hair and a stoic expression. "Is that them in the background?" asked the female student with a cigarette in her mouth. She exhaled black clouds of smoke, which the male student swatted away with annoyance. "Yo!" shouted the white-haired student, who leaned on another student with long hair tied in a bun, his bangs covering his face. He was munching on a pastry. "Over here~!" he waved eagerly. "Lower your voice, Gojo. You're too loud," scolded the blonde-haired student. "They can hear us just fine from here, so the yelling is unnecessary."

        "Oh, come on, Nanami," the white-haired student, now named Gojo, complained to the other. "I'm not that loud. Besides, I bet they didn't notice we were heading their way, so it's essential!" he rolled his eyes, which incredibly called your attention. There was more banter between them back and forth until they finally stopped before you. The female student leaned to look at you better and even separated from the group to circle you, eyeing you from head to toe. "You're the new student, I'm assuming?" she inquired, expecting your answer. You couldn't help but be shy. These were your classmates? They are certainly a colorful bunch. "Ah... yeah, I am the new student. Hello. It's nice to meet you." you bowed in greetings. "Ieiri Shoko," she finally introduced herself. "A pleasure."

        "Oh, are we introducing ourselves already? Don't mind if I do!" spoke the now-called 'Gojo' student. "I'm Satoru Gojo, and this is my best friend, Suguru Getou! We're the strongest here," he stated, full of pride. "Satoru, let me introduce myself to them properly, please... You're embarrassing me." the tall, black-haired student, now named Suguru Geto, raised a hand to cover half of his face, an expression of mild annoyance washing over his semblance. There was a dramatic, offended-like gasp from the other. "There is no way I embarrass you! Come on, it was cool, you know it. First impressions, right?" he poked playfully at the others' side, making him recoil and push the others' faces away with his bare hand. "Satoru..." he grumbled. "We're taking this somewhere else when we're done here." You couldn't tell if it was a joke or a genuine threat. Talking about first impressions... How insufferable is that white-haired guy? "Kento Nanami," spoke the blonde-haired student, extending a hand for a firm handshake, to which you happily obliged, exchanged your name, and did a proper greeting.

        You enjoyed everyone's loud, bubbly company, even if it was random and overwhelming. After introductions, they helped you explore the school and even brought you to your assigned room. Nanami and Shoko helped you get your bedroom set up with all the packages you brought, and Getou and Gojo told you stories about what Jujutsu Sorcerers are tasked to do in their daily lives. You learned that Sorcerers are given a grade and that to get up the ranks, you'd need to be recommended by your teacher to become the same level they both were: First Grade to Special Grade Sorcerers. You were inspired by their bond to become even stronger than before and to be able to help non-sorcerers live happy lives in Japan. After all, that's what Jujutsu Sorcerers do, right?

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Some months have passed since you moved into the Tokyo Jujutsu High School. You've been sent to missions with supervisors and occasionally spar with friends. You've met with interesting people, like Haibara and Mei Mei, and had meaningful conversations with them to kill time when nothing was going on. You also developed some affection towards the building and the people inside, who were your colleagues, especially Suguru Getou and Satoru Gojo. Their friendship was on a cosmic level; that's what you usually thought about, and you were grateful to be part of their adventures.

        "Yo," Suguru greeted you from the end of the hallway. "Oh, Suguru!" you greeted happily, facing him. "What's going on?" you inquired, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and excitement. Conversations with him were delightful, and you couldn't help but make it known that you loved his company.

        "Satoru and I were tasked with some Special Grade level mission," he answered.

        "Special Grade level mission?!" your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as you heard him utter that sentence. "How long are you two going away?" you asked with a kicked puppy tone. You surely will miss them either way; you deem them your closest and best friends.

      "I'm not sure," he pondered. "but we'll be back soon enough. I'm sad you're not going with us, though." He extended a hand and gently caressed your head. "I'm going to miss you," he frowned. "Oh, I will miss you and Satoru, too." You shared the sentiment.

        "I'm going to prepare with Satoru now. I'll see you around." Getou bid you farewell as he continued walking down the hallway, in which you waved eagerly a goodbye towards him. "Please stay safe on your journey! And tell Gojo not to die!" Such a statement earned a laugh from the other. "Sure, sure. I'll go do that." 

        That was the last time you'd converse with him so healthily.

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  It's been months since you've seen Haibara, Nanami, Gojo and Getou. They had returned from their Special Grade mission, and you returned from a Grade 1 curse execution mission. You were tired of all you've gone through, but that doesn't matter now; you're back in the school, walking down the hallways, stretching your sore arms, and rubbing your tired eyes. It was still broad daylight, but your body said otherwise: You need a nap. Before you vanished for the day, you looked for any signs of Getou and Gojo. You've been dying to converse with them. They were practically your energy recharge. 

        You unexpectedly encountered Gojo walking down the hallway, dribbling a basketball and humming. Seeing him there instead of in the gym struck you as odd. "Hey, Gojo! It's unusual not to see you with Getou. Where is he?" you greeted and asked, catching his attention. "Oh, hey! I'm not sure where Getou is. I'm looking for him. I think he's taking a shower or something," he replied, lowering his sunglasses to reveal his crystal-blue eyes. You always found his sudden gaze mesmerizing, and he would respond with a mischievous grin. "I missed you two. It took you guys a long time to finish that Special Grade mission, huh?" You stopped beside him, and his expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Who told you that?" he inquired. "Suguru did. Was I not supposed to know that?"

        He pouted. "Huh? Suguru tells you about our adventures, too?" He groaned dramatically. "Oh, I'm not allowed to know what my best friends are up to?" You crossed your arms. "What?! No, I mean, like, you weren't supposed to know about that. It was supposed to be just us two. Don't get the wrong idea!" Gojo defended himself. It made you giggle. "Not funny." He poked your side, which made you cringe. "Hey!"

        You continued your walk with him, conversing about what had happened in his previous mission with Getou. Some things were not explained or told, but you admired it either way. Their chemistry was amazing; there are no other words to describe it. While you two conversed, you also searched for Getou. You found him getting out of the shower. His eyes were heavy and tired, and you noticed he had lost weight, but you assumed it was exhaustion from his reoccurring missions and the after-effect of the Special Grade mission. He continued to have regular conversations with everyone and went through his daily life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

        If only you knew.

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        The rest of your memories were a blur. The only significant thing that stood out from them was Getou destroying an entire village and defecting from the Jujutsu Sorcery world. The news broke throughout the school like wildfire. Getou's closest friends were hit worse than anybody else, and you were one of them, much like Gojo was. You didn't know how to cope with the loss. Memories of you spending time with Getou, alone or with the others, flooded your mind. Thousands of tears were shed, and items were thrown around your room. The feeling of betrayal was still fresh in your heart, but now you regretted ever feeling like you did before. 

        You felt as if the world was taking everybody away from you. Nanami graduated and left, and Haibara passed away. Shoko distanced herself from everyone, and Gojo vanished to go back to back to missions with no moments of rest. You didn't know what to do. The school you once loved was now a cage of memories you wished to escape. One day, you vanished away from the school. You didn't warn Yaga or anybody. You were just... gone.

        And here you were, talking to Gojo again after 12 years, mourning such a significant loss. You laughed about cute, sweet, and sad memories. You never noticed that it began to snow and the sun had fully set, the night sky sparkling with stars and the moon ever so gracefully hugging you with its moonlight.

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 (You're here!) || Pt. 3

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Melancholy pt. 1

Satoru Gojo (JJK) x Reader (You!) x Suguru Geto (JJK) (Platonic Relationship! You were all good friends during your high school years.)

mel·an·chol·y /ˈmel(ə)nˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. except, in this case, there is one. It's December 24th, a day of mourning. You reminisce about the memories you've shared with Suguru Getou, only to realize you are not alone.

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Nostalgic Melancholy

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Kyoto, Japan, is one of the most romantic and beautiful places, especially during Christmas. The air is filled with laughter as people stroll by, and the scent of food fills your nose. The chill in the air makes you shiver as the sun sets in the distance. You don't remember how long you've been standing here, daydreaming of possibilities that never came to fruition. Judging by the sun's position, a couple of hours have passed.

        It's December 24th. People are having fun and exchanging gifts while praying to their chosen God for a happy and healthy upcoming year. You stood still, opposite to what everybody was doing, with your mittened hands on the bridge's rails. Your mind wandered, replaying scenarios that had happened and those that hadn't.

        Suguru Getou was his name. You spent most of your days at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School with him, alongside Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, and Satoru Gojo. His smile, voice, and mannerisms still haunt your memories, and thoughts of years long past flood into your mind like a broken dam releasing an overwhelming ocean. You can't help but feel melancholic as you gaze up into the sky.

        White birds flew past, singing a melody you already knew, and the scent of salt overpowered every other smell that surrounded you. In due time, your eyes began to burn and blur without warning. No matter how hard you tried to control yourself, the overwhelming feeling of mourning took you over in the blink of an eye. A shaky sigh escaped your trembling, cold lips, accompanied by a sorrowful frown. You closed your eyes, and tears streamed down your soft face.

        You wish you could spend the day with him, hold his hand, and tell him you are there for him no matter what. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery mistreated him, and you were blind to it all. His struggles and lack of sleep were as clear as day, and you only noticed it so late when he ran away from the school and destroyed an entire village, becoming a curse user in just mere seconds. You continuously blamed yourself for something that you never saw in the first place. 

        The gentle warmth of the sun became evident as the cool breeze subsided. The world's noise faded, leaving everything muffled and quiet. It stayed like this for some moments. Sunlight sparkled around you as you raised your mittened hand to wipe away tears that had turned ice cold. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted by someone standing beside you, wearing an expensive-looking thick coat. His snow-white hair fluttered in the breeze, and his gentle, crystal-blue eyes gazed into the distance. His expression seemed filled with nothing but regretful longing, much like yours. "Satoru," you greeted gently, "I didn't hear you come. How long have you been standing there?"

        "Eh, not too long now," he answered with his usual playful tone. "You looked lonely from afar, so I came to accompany you in whatever you're doing now." As he spoke, his eyes moved to look at you properly. "What are you doing?" he inquired. You gave a small smile to the other and exhaled deeply. "Going through some memories and longing for someone no longer here," you replied honestly, which took Gojo by surprise. "Oh, is that so?" He rolled both of his shoulders, a hum following afterward. "Yeah," you replied shortly.

        As you both admired the scene around you, a silence fell. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, creating a beautiful, meticulously detailed sky. The pink hues of an upcoming snow shower melted into the sky as time passed, and the winter chill intensified. Despite wearing warm clothes, your cheeks and nose turned pink, and your teeth chattered. Satoru, however, seemed unaffected by the weather. Lost in deep thought, he hummed softly. Suddenly, he asked, "You were friends with Suguru, too, weren't you?" His question shattered the temporary peace you felt next to him—a shadow cast over your eyes as you gazed down at the ground. "You figured that out?" you replied with a calm laugh. "I wasn't his only friend," he snickered. "Besides, he always stuck beside you when I wasn't around him. When I returned from those Special Grade assigned missions, I always saw you two together. Remember when I would come out of nowhere and interrupt you two's conversation just like that? And he'd go 'Satoru... You're interrupting.' or 'Satoru, it's rude to barge into a conversation you're not partaking in..."

        Such memories made you laugh, undertones of longing escaping your lips. "Oh, definitely," you raised a hand to shake the taller man beside you dismissively. "He'd always scolded you for your behavior. It was great, those times, I mean. You two were inseparable—practically glued together." You two entered the halls of precious memories you held dear.

Pt. 1 (You're here!) || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

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Will you come back?

Yuji Itadori (JJK) X Reader (You!)

You have a meaningful yet short conversation with Yuuji Itadori, who takes the train station to Tokyo to attend the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Tech High School.

"Will you come back?"

"I will."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise. I'll come back when you least expect it."

The PA system pierced through the station, announcing the departure of the train heading towards Tokyo.

You didn't want to let go of his soft hands. You didn't want to stop brushing your fingers gently through his pink hair. Your gaze was intertwined with his. His serene, brown eyes comforted you even in your lowest, but you never thought you'd depart from it so soon. It was a new feeling of entering into the unknown. Just thinking about a future without him makes you feel lost, without any goal.

"In every universe," He started. "I will always come back to you. If I die, I will be reborn, and I will find you, even if it takes me countless years or maybe decades. If I return as a bird, I'll fly through the roughest storms and the toughest winds to reach you. If I were a star, I'd always be next to you in the vastness of space, for you are the moon in my eyes, bright and unchanging. No matter where you are, I will come to you. Where you go, I go."

"I promise."

"But what if you forget about me?" Your lips quivered as you gently caressed his cheek, your voice akin to a whisper. With a soft motion, the one you love and will forever dig his lips towards the palm of your hand, leaving behind a trail of butterfly kisses. It was some form of comfort on his part. He reassured you that everything would be alright, but would it? There's a knot forming in the deepest part of your stomach; Thoughts of anxiety, fear, and sadness left behind a swirling, hot mess, so much that the stinging sensation of brewing tears made its unwelcome arrival unto your eyes. Your vision blurred as he raised his gaze again to form eye contact. With just one blink, the tears streamed down your face like a slim waterfall hiding somewhere on a rocky cliffside. "What if that promise doesn't come true?"

"Hey, hey, hey," He interjected amidst your sobs, raising his hands to grip your cheeks gently. As your eyes climbed down his body and onto the ground, he gently placed his forehead beside yours. His attention in this significant moment was on you. "I- I know," His voice shook as well. "I know your thoughts are racing right now with all sorts of doubt and fears, but I'm a man of my word," His brows furrowed. "I won't forget you; you're not that easy to.. uh, forget?" He said in an attempt to lighten the mood, a gentle smile coming to his semblance. "I promise you that my promise will come true, and if it doesn't come true, then you're allowed to curse me a thousand times over."

"I won't do that, dummy," You murmured. "I love you too much to curse you."

"I love you, too, " he said, his words heavy with the sentiments in his heart. He brushed away strands of your hair and rubbed parts of your ear, too. His touch was always so delicate to you that it was addicting.

"I have to go."

He finally said those dreaded words, pulling away from you. As he semi-turned to face the train, you placed both hands on your chest, rubbing your fingers and patting down your clothes as a comfort. A slim man was wearing a blindfold, waiting expectantly for the other, with both hands in his pockets. With just a simple nod, the stranger walked inside the train. No words were exchanged, yet you understood there was no turning back or bargaining.

"Don't take too long."

Once you spoke, his head turned to look at you. His face was red, accompanied by a trembling smile. Tears were fought on his behalf. "Y- Yeah. I won't." He spoke with a sigh and began what seemed to be a long trail to the doors of the transportation device. He turned around, standing beside the stranger, his brows raising as his expression became darker. The mechanic doors slammed themselves shut once and for all.

And that’s when it began to move. It was as if time was cruel to the both of you. Fate laughed at the separation of two lovers who would do anything for each other. All you could do was stand as the train moved without pity for the forgotten forward.

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Seasons pt. 1

Spring

Satoru Gojo (JJK) X Reader (You!)

Journeying through the seasons and getting to know the man who would end up being the love of your life.

It was spring, the season of new beginnings, when I met Satoru Gojo and worked alongside him for the first time. We finished our assigned mission and momentarily paused while returning to the base.

He stood proudly under the cherry trees, a gentle breeze caressing his silky white hair, and his chest puffed out. His glossy lips formed a confident smirk, and despite being blindfolded, his eyes seemed to take in the beauty around him. The cherry blossoms were breathtaking, floating gracefully through the air; some fell to the ground, while others danced in the wind or continued their journey into the distance. At that moment, I realized what a magnificent enigma this man indeed was.

The strongest: mysterious, confident, aloof, and a great teacher. Tall and with a strange, charming persona that harbored deep secrets. Walls stood around him, both figuratively and not. I am still determining how I managed to work alongside him, nurturing the new generation of sorcerers. I was told that I had ‘potential’ and could reach it if I was beside him on every little task he did. And so here I am, not only admiring how gentle he looked amongst the sea of fluttering petals but now on how lucky I was to be by this strange puzzle of a man on missions and teaching.

Eventually, he extended his arm, allowing cherry dots to fall onto his hand. As a special grade sorcerer and teacher, he rarely found any respite, so seeing him show this tenderness made my heart swell with an unusual sense of satisfaction. How tired is this man from handling everyone’s issues in a world filled with curses and death? I could wrack my brain trying to find an answer, but to no avail—nothing. I could only see the man he is now, not the one hidden away from prying eyes.

It felt as if his eyes were scanning every imperfect detail of the petal in his hand. The way he leaned forward, his nose almost touching his palm, made him look serene and childlike. Gojo exuded so much curiosity that I couldn’t help but giggle at a sight no one else could see. Almost taken aback, Gojo raised his head and turned to look at me, his lips pursed as he asked softly, “What’s funny?” That’s when I realized I had been staring too long. Blushing in embarrassment, I averted my gaze from his amused expression, dimples forming at the corners of his lips. With a whispered, “Nothing,” I continued my walk back to the school, where our students waited eagerly.

With a curious tilt, he blew away the petal that had clung to him desperately, sending it off to join the dance of others surrounding us. Using his lanky legs, he caught up to me in no time. He pocketed both hands and, with a light elbow bump, grinned widely at me. “Good work today,” he praised. It felt wonderful to receive his compliments. In response, I nodded bashfully.

Laughter, compliments, and advice soon filled the air, breaking the silence after the small exchange. Time flew by, just like our footsteps, and it wasn’t long before a familiar voice called out, particularly the one from the pink-haired boy, “Hey!”

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