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You are my Special | Satoru Gojo

Pairing. Nun!reader x Canon!Satoru Gojo

The morning air blows softly against my face as I go on my daily walk with Reverend Mother Rae and my instructor nun sister Yui. I’m a few steps behind them, allowing myself to feel the earth around me. The sun's heat over my skin, the scent of dew trees, the sounds of laughter and quiet conversations- make me feel in communion with everything. Reverend Mother Rae and Sister Yui are having hushed conversations, figures moving steadily ahead, a graceful silhouette upon their modern black habitual attires. The scent of fresh bread drifts from a bakery nearby, but my mind is distant, caught somewhere between devotion and the dull ache of curiosity about the world beyond convent walls.

I’m a practicing nun with four more months until I get say my vows. As of now I’m in the final phase of discernment — a practicing sister, walking the life but not yet vowed. In four months, I’ll either take my solemn vows… or walk away.

My hands are clasped, eyes lowered practising and focusing on my surroundings. This routine is called, Prayer walk. I’m already in the zone, however I hear some commotion that makes me look up- pausing in my mental prayer.

A man is cutting through the crowded street, fast, fluid, unstoppable. His white hair captures the sunlight causing it glint here and there, but it’s his eyes that steal my breath.

Piercing. Unapologetic. An icy, electric blue.

"Gojo, stop!"

The shout of a police officer snaps across the street like a whip. I’m walking to the side of the wall, trying not to be caught up in whatever is going on. Gojo, the name lingers like a bell in my mind as the man veers across the street, directly towards me…

Time collapses into a blur.

I barely react before his hand reaches for me. It’s firm but not harsh as he grabs my wrist and pulls me sharply out of the path of a passing car. I gasp as I’m guided behind a building, the cold wall of a quiet café pressing against my back.

I’m in shock, too stunned to speak but still able to gasp and stare at him.

He’s close now. So close I can smell the faint trace of mint and danger on his breath. His gaze holds mine, not with arrogance, but something more reckless. His smile is playfully charming, sincere and calm.

"Forgive me, sister," He murmurs, voice smooth, deep, and laced with something like regret.

And then he kisses me. Without warning. Without permission. But with fire. My eyes flatter closed, hands gently up while being balled in confused fists. His hand cradles my face, just as his other hand holds my waist- and he swiftly picks me up spinning around- still with my lips on his, like I’m something sacred, and his lips press against me with a kind of desperation that steals every coherent thought from my mind. It’s heat and chaos, and a thousand silent questions all at once… I don’t even notice when a squad of police men walk by with quick steps.

In the kiss, I feel like I’m melting- but before it can go on any longer, he pulls away, the world rushes back. I quickly step back, wide eyed. My breath catches in my throat as he flashes the smallest, almost teasing smile.

"Thank you," He kisses the side of my temple… and then he’s gone.

Disappearing into the street like a ghost made of moonlight and sin, leaving my habitual white attire rumpled, my heart racing, and my thoughts spinning.

Sister Yui’s voice rings out faintly, just realizing I’m not at her side. "There you are dear."

And all I can do is stare after the man who kissed me… a nun. He kissed me as if it was his last prayer.

-

Days pass. But my heart doesn’t. His touch, his eyes, his kiss, they linger like a holy spirit after prayer. The memory curls around the edges of my thoughts, quiet but persistent. I haven’t spoken of it. Not to Sister Yui. Not to Reverend Mother Rae. Not even in my confessions with the priests.

Well… maybe once I confessed to God, but I had only whispered it during a morning prayer, head bowed, voice barely audible beneath the chapel light: "Lord, I want to be devoted to You. But his lips… they still linger. I should forget. Please help me forget. If I’m meant to… give me a sign."

But, no sign came. No thunder cracked. No holy dove descended.

Just rain, later that day. Persistent. Gentle. I stood beneath the shrine awning near the mission clinic, watching the water blur the edges of the world, waiting for that sign. A part of me really wanted that sign - to see him again. But I didn’t.

And now, two days later, I walk those same steps again. Morning chores done, mind full of small tasks and unfinished prayers, without him in my head.

I pass the shrine without stopping. What I don’t see is the man crossing the street, steps slowing.

"Gojo," Megumi Fushiguro, says beside him, shaking water off his head. "We could’ve just taken the car. You know that, right?"

"I like the rain," Gojo replies in a sing song tone, twirling his umbrella between his fingers. "It hides the curses. Or… shows them."

Yuji Itadori gives him a look. "Huh? Is that why you’ve brought us out here with you on your mission?"

But Gojo isn’t listening anymore. His eyes, hidden behind a black scarf wrapped loosely around them, shift slightly. His pace falters. Just ahead. Habitual attire pressed close to your form by the wind. A veil fluttering at your shoulder. Head down, lost in your own thoughts.

Gojo stops walking, head turned towards you, making it hard for Megumi and Itadori to guess where Gojo’s eyes are on. “Is it here?” Megumi asks, fully being alert and cautious. “I don’t sense anything.”

"Gojo, are you sure you're good for today?" Itadori asks, confused. "You're spacing out more than usual."

Gojo doesn’t answer. He tilts his head slightly, then lowers the scarf, just enough to let one sharp blue eye see clearly. Then he says, softly, lips tugging upwards a little. "Wait here."

Megumi watches him step away, eyebrows raised. "Wait here? This is ridiculous. There’s a cursed spirit roaming, and you want us to wait in the rain?"

"It's drizzling, don't worry." Gojo mummers back, and swiftly takes big steps, bold and confident, with a smile, ready to greet you.

I feel him before I even see him. I sense the commotion around me. A sudden shift in the air, a commotion and a familiar, strange energy I can’t quite name.

I turn, slowly, spotting a man walking towards me, umbrella angled lazily over his shoulder. A black scarf sits over his eyes. He stops a few feet away.

I stare, frozen.

"Do you remember me sister?" He asks, voice quieter than the rain.

I blink. "Pardon?" My cheeks flush for a second wondering if I should be cautious by this tall being with a covering over his eyes.

He tilts his head, amused. And then, slowly, he pulls the scarf from his eyes down fully, exposing both eyes.

That piercing, icy blue playful stare. Recognition hits me like a dropped bible. Hot and immediate. It's him… Gojo… the name lingers in my head.

"You…" The word slips out before you can stop it. I quickly look down, clutching my rosary cross out of habit, recalling the kiss.

"Yes, the name is Satoru Gojo. You know me from, Tuesday, 8:17 a.m. precises encounter," He says with such a charming smile on his face. "Whereby you helped me escape,"

"Helped? No- I didn't. You kissed me." I glance up, startled by the charming smile on his face, and the little soldier stance with his hand to his forehead.

A grin flickers at the edge of his mouth. "Same thing, no?"

"No." My face warms despite the chill in the air. "I mean I didn’t stop you, but I didn't help you willingly."

"I know," He says softly. "That’s why I came over. Just wanted to say… thank you and sorry for that."

He means it. I can feel that. There's no teasing now. Just that same strange warmth from before. He takes a small step back, lifts the umbrella again, and nods once, almost like a bow. Then he turns. Begins to walk away. But halfway down the path- I speak up.

"Wait, Satoru Gojo," He glances over his shoulder, a warm smile. "What… what happened? What were you escaping from? Do you need prayer?"

His stance freezes, body turns fully and his eyes raise. "Pardon?"

"I'm no full on nun yet, but I can hold you in prayer," I offer a smile.

"Oh!" Gojo's lips crack into a laugh, as his fingers scratch his hair. "No need for that. It's all solved now."

"Are you sure?" I ask, my eyes fixated on his piercing ice blue eyes.

"One hundred percent, besides, I'm a Jujutsu sorcerer," His hand moves to his hips.

I blink, hand on my rosary after processing the words he said. "Sorcerer?"

"Sorcerer." He repeats softly, smile still on his face. I try not to reveal how I’m feeling through my features, however the word catches me off guard.

"Sorcerer, " I nervously chuckle. "No pun?"

"Sorcerer, no pun." He nods his head, repeating my words.

I hum, and then smile in shock. "And you kissed me?"

"Well there was no magic in it, so don't worry," He assures me, a friendly grin grows on his face. "What? Is that against, everything you stand for?"

"Yeah, because that's like… witchcraft." I don’t know if I look intrigued or happy, because there’s an amused smile on his face. "Wait, so you deal with like… Like… real magic?"

"Real magic?" He chuckles, and places one hand in his pocket. "I make curses vanish and hearts skip, sometimes at the same time, though sadly, no rabbits in hats. Just curses and occasional miracles."

"Wow." My eyes enlarge, finding the situation slightly interesting. I’ve never met anyone who’s openly confessed to dealing with… magic… unless maybe he’s kidding. "I feel like you're just playing around to make fun of me,"

"What? Fun of you? No," He looks immediately alarmed, by the way his eyes enlarge revealing the infinite lines in his blue eyes. How can he have such beautiful eyes like that? "Why would I want to make fun of you?"

"Because I'm a practicing Nun," I inhale, almost humbled, but still confident enough to let him know that I won't accept any mockery.

Gojo looks like he's about to say something, but a shout of his name has him snapping his head to the side.

“Gojo!”

I slightly jolt- catching two figures barrel down the rain-damp street. One has red pink hair and detailed scares on his face, the other has black hair and sharp eyes. All three of them have similar uniforms- a dark black haunting purple hue around them. Each uniform is customized differently.

"There's a cursed spirit near the station!" Itadori calls out.

Cursed spirit? That’s news to my ears- I guess he wasn’t playing around…

"Why are you—" Megumi pauses when he sees you. His frown deepens. "…Talking to a nun?"

Gojo waves lazily, dramatically laughing. "Don’t be rude, she has a name. This is Sister-"

He didn’t even get my name the first time. I smile, my name leaving my lips calmly. Nonetheless, Gojo repeats my name and my heart skips slightly at the sound of it on his lips. "Sister, these are my two students. Itadori and Megumi from Tokyo Jujutsu High."

"Let me guess, sorcerers as well?"

"Spot on sister," Gojo’s sudden hyper and happy personality lightens up, causing me to be in more awe of this stranger…

Itadori gives a bewildered, slightly awestruck smile. "Uh—hi."

I nod politely, hands tightening around my rosary. "So, you're a teacher… of magic."

"Technically no, and yes." He moves his head left and right a little, the same smile resting on my face. "Does that frighten y-"

"Gojo!" Megumi calls again sternly.

Gojo gives me one last look, apologetic mixed with something unreadable in his eyes, somewhere between mischief and something more sincere. "I have to go."

"No problem Saturo Gojo." I smile genuinely, his eyes not moving from mine. However after another attempt from his students, his black scarf is over his eyes… and he’s gone. Again. But this time, he's swept into the chaos he lives in, leaving the scent of rain, a flicker of magic, and a warmth I’ll be thinking about for days.

I remain standing in the rain, not moving, heart too loud in my chest. Not fear. Something else. Something I’m not ready to name yet. Temptation is surely lurking… Their presence snaps something in me, a reminder that this man Gojo belongs to a world entirely unlike mine.

"I should stay away." I tell myself.

-

I thought that would be the last time I’d see him, Gojo. The last time I’d have an encounter with a sorcerer, a single brush with another world. It was fun how he kept my mind alive and bubbling with his second encounter… no kiss involved… but he told me about a part of his world. And that was enough to keep me interested, at the same time also knowing my lane.

But then… he came back.

Gojo had somehow found out which chapel I serve in. I saw him after my prayer as I followed Sister Yui- he was leaning against the church, black scarf over his eyes and head towards the sky. As if sensing my presence, his head moved in my direction. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew they were on me.

I politely smiled, bowed my head. It caused him to salute me with two fingers, and his warm smile. I thought that perhaps he was just passing again with his students… however after the walk with Sister Yui, when we returned he was there.

I walked towards the garden, and to the wall he was leaning against. "Are you lost fellow sorcerer?"

"Now, I feel like you’re making fun of me," He jokingly touches his heart, pretending to be hurt.

"No I’m not," I smile, the warmth of seeing him being so real. "So what are you doing here?"

"I…" He looks away, yet the smile still remains on his face. "You’re gonna laugh when I tell you. I found you with my ‘magic’ and just… wanted to see you."

It makes me laugh. Not in a mocking tone, but clearly amused and charmed. "I don’t even know you, but I’m okay with you. Can I tell you something?"

"Yes, please," He says softly.

I lean closer, as if I’m about to tell a secret. He leans in as well a shy smile on his face. "I prayed for you,"

He covers his mouth, there’s still a soft smile on his face. "Really?" He asks. "What did you pray for?"

"I prayed for–"

"Sister, five minutes to prayer," The looming voice of Sister Yui, snaps me away from Gojo’s radiant energy to the gates of the chapel.

"Of course," I smile sadly, but still manage an encouraging smile for Gojo. "It was nice seeing you again Saturo Gojo,"

But it doesn’t stop there. Some days may pass, but he’s there again.

And again. It became something like a weekly visit of casual chatter outside of my usual routine of my nun’s life.

When leaving the house, I always expect to catch his posture against the wall. I tell myself that it means nothing, that a man passing through the convent gates on a rainy evening or sunny morning was just another lost soul needing warmth, maybe a meal. Maybe prayer.

But Gojo Satoru wasn’t like the others.

He didn’t bow his head during prayer.

He didn’t speak in hushed tones.

He didn’t even seem like he needed anything.

He simply watched. Smirked. And asked waited for me to always approach him whenever I was free… And in our little time, before I’d go in for prayer we’d talk casually- nothing deep, until he started asking questions… some questions had me recalling… that I had spent years trying to bury under scripture and silence and made me wonder why I want to be a nun… but I wasn’t about to open myself to a stranger who was practicing wizardry stuff.

There’s a reason he was sent my way… why he keeps coming back to me…

"Do you really believe God wants you to kill every part of yourself to serve Him?" He asks one day, sitting backward on the wooden bench outside the garden as I tend to the flowers. "Isn’t that… boring?"

I glance up from the soil, smiling. "It’s not about boredom. It’s about peace. I assume you’re a wizard for the thrill?"

Gojo tilts his head, an amused smile on his face. "I’m not a wizard,"

"So why sorcery?" I turn to him, fully curious and ready to listen and guide as best as I can. The question seems to be a deep one, as he doesn’t answer right away.

It’s when I realize in that moment, with the flattering frown on his… that Gojo… needs peace. Unfortunately, I never get to hear his answer, because of my prayer.

The next time he came, it was with gifts: a bag of tea leaves from Kyoto, a crooked smile, and no explanation.

"You shouldn’t be here, " I say, even as I accepted the tea with trembling fingers.

"Too late. I already am, " he replies.

He never touched me. Never stepped too close. But his presence pulled — like a moth drawn to a flame. Like something holy might shatter if he stepped closer. I found myself praying more often, but not with the clarity I once had.

I thought about him in my quiet hours. About the way he spoke without reverence but lived with purpose. The way he teased, but saw me—truly saw me. As if beneath my black veil and soft vows, there was someone worth reaching for.

"You know, " He said once, voice soft beneath the cherry blossom tree in spring, "You can still believe in something greater… and feel something too."

I didn’t answer him then. I couldn't.

But that night, my lips still burned from the memory of the kiss he'd stolen behind the café weeks earlier—the kiss I never told anyone about.

And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if the ache in my chest was guilt… or longing.

Because Gojo Satoru was not a ‘storm’ that would pass… or one that I could ignore.

He was the interruption. The question. The conversation.

The temptation wrapped in laughter and strength, and a depth that made me wonder— If God did send people to test us… Was Gojo my trial? Or my answer?

Not guilt.

But something that feels like the start of a story I was never meant to be part of… but somehow already am.

"Funny seeing you here first," I jolt a little on the bench, not needing to turn around, already knowing his voice from a mile away. "What brings you here early sister?"

I tiredly giggle. "You’re actually in my private space." I let him know, but I turn around on the bench, resting my hand on the table, facing him.

He’s slouched forward on the stone table, head leaning on his hand as he ‘looks’ at me. "What’s got you stressed?" He asks.

"I’m not stressed." I lay my head on my arms, eyes looking up to the shade provided by the tree. "Just thinking… about my vows." He doesn’t interrupt, and listens. "I’ve got 2 more months to make my decision. If I want to stay… or walk away from this life,"

"Why did you chose this path – if you don’t mind me asking," He asks.

I search for his eyes hidden behind the blindfold. I know he’s looking at me. I just can’t see it. But I feel it. I sit up, soley focused on his hidden eyes. "I… wanted peace. A life where no one would see me, but see the One in me. I guess… I was a soldier, wounded. I didn’t just leave the fight — I gave it up, because there was nothing left for me in the world. I wanted to be led somewhere else. Somewhere hidden. Somewhere unseen. And… I found it. After years of being part of the problem, I became part of an army fighting to make sure no one else felt the way I did. I should be happy. I’ve been celibate. I’ve turned from the world’s pleasures, kept my vows, kept my heart guarded… but…"

"There’s something missing?" He questions… not far from the truth.

"Not really," I lie. My gaze panes down, before they move towards him again… "I never really did get your answer… of why you’re a wiz- sorcerer…"

His playful smile drops the moment he inhales. Realigning his posture to lean more on the bench, just as his head panes upwards to the trees. I don’t speak, I watch him… giving him that space, that he’s always given me… sensing that… this topic might be something he’s rough with.

"Is it something difficult?" I ask softly… "Something you’re rethinking?"

He shakes his head, and his voice comes out quietly. "I’m a sorcerer, because it’s something only I can do."

I gulp, feeling the weight of his tone. The gravity of how serious this conversation might be, more for him then me. "Then that’s a unique gift,"

He chuckles, but it’s the first time that I hear it without humour. "Or it’s a curse," He gulps, his head turns down. "I was born blessed. I didn’t choose sorcery, sorcery chose me. I was born into the Gojo clan. One of the three great sorcerer families, old blood, too much pride." He exhales slowly. "I inherited the Six Eyes… and Limitless. Together, that’s not just rare… it’s unheard of.”

“Six eyes…” I nod, echoing slowly.

“One day I’ll show you,” His smile returns, but only for a mere second. “They started calling me 'the strongest' before I even understood what that meant. I didn’t earn it. I was just born… lucky. Or cursed, depending on how you see it. Power like that isolates you. Everyone wants something from you, or they’re afraid of you. No one just… sees you."

His head finally aligns to me. My eyes meet his covered gaze. But I can… see him. My eyes and ears take him all in. Tone, sombre posture… a vulnerable Gojo. His voice is soft, in a way it’s never been before, and I don’t interrupt at all, wanting to… see him.

"I used to think being the strongest was the point. That power was everything. And yeah… I was arrogant. Cocky. Drunk on it, honestly." He lets out a dry laugh, not amused, just remembering. "Back then, no one could touch me. So I stopped listening. Thought I didn’t need to." Then his expression shifts, voice lower. "But then a girl I was looking after… Riko… she died.” There’s a hard pause after that, when he opens his mouth, it’s even more tight. “Then I died… And I lost Suguru. That was the first time it hit me, being strong doesn’t mean anything if you can’t protect the people who matter.."

A long pause, the silence weighty, that has my heart even yearning, wanting to… hold him…

"I stopped being a sorcerer just because I could be. From that point on… I had to be. I wasn’t Satoru Gojo because I was the strongest… I had to be the strongest because I am Satoru Gojo. Because if I didn’t try to change this broken system… who else would?"

His question hangs in the air, it’s hard to speak when all I feel like doing is comforting him. I don’t know how to do that – not to a sorcerer at least… not to someone who is ‘untouchable’. Would prayer work in this situation? Or silence like Reverend Mother always suggests? Or… does he want to hear my voice.

"Your voice would be suitable,"

My head snaps to him, catching a low smile on his face. "So, you can read minds,"

"No… but something tells me you were thinking too hard, when the answer is simple," He leans forward. "I just like hearing you speak. That’s why I keep coming back… To hear you. You’re… calm. Gentle. A peaceful contrast to the mess my world is…"

"Thank you for sharing… your past with me… and thank you for placing that trust in me… to hear my voice. I bet…" I exhale, unsure how to word what I feel. My eyes fall for a moment before I look back at him. "I bet you’ve spent so long being strong for everyone else, you forgot what it feels like to be seen… not as a weapon, not as the strongest, but just… as a man." I shake my head, tilting it softly. "Is that why you always hide your eyes? Because of the emotional weight you’re carrying?"

Gojo carefully lifts his fingers to the edge of the fabric, then slowly draws it down… and I’m met with that same earnest, sincere gaze I saw the day he kissed me.

With his scarf around his neck, leaving his face clear for me to see- especially his eyes, I smile, wanting so badly to hold his face. "You were trying to carry the whole world alone." I voice out softly, not accusingly, just understanding, and allowing my eyes to look nowhere else, but at him. At his core. "It’s strange. I thought only people who followed God tried to do that. But I see it in you too. That need to make meaning out of loss. To protect others, even if it breaks you."

My fingers gently touch the rosary around my neck, catching his eyes slide to my hand and then back to my gaze.

"We’re not so different, Gojo." I add. "I thought if I gave everything up, I’d stop hurting people. You… you stayed in the fight. You kept your power and tried to use it for good. Your world isn’t ‘messy’… as long as you’re still fighting for it to be better, then that should be your motivation. I’m sure your presence is a beacon for everyone… Don’t be too hard on yourself."

He blinks, a smile gracing his lips.

"Speaking of which, you still haven’t showed me how you do it…"

He shyly lowers his gaze, then quietly shifts, placing his arms on the table between us. He extends his right arm towards me… The moment feels. His hand rests there, open, unguarded, like he’s offering something without saying it out loud… and that would involve me touching his hand.

I look at it, hesitant. But then slowly, I reach out.

But just before my fingers touch his, I feel something…

I furrow my brows, trying again… but it’s like a barrier. Not physical. Not visible. But there. I feel it. That strange resistance like pressing against glass, or trying to touch something submerged in deep water. My hand doesn’t meet skin. It doesn’t meet air. My fingertips stop short, suspended in midair, hovering just above his skin.

“This is like…” I tilt my head, trying to find the right word. That thin, perfect distance he always keeps between himself and… the world. Untouchable. Invincible. Alone. “Infinity…” That invisible, untouchable barrier… is his power. The one that keeps him safe. The one that keeps everyone else out.

I glance up, silently asking for permission. He doesn’t speak, but he breathes in, deep and steady.

And then slowly but deliberately, I watch as his shoulders soften. There’s the quiet sound of air blowing… Like a switch flipping in silence, the space between us gives way. I feel the shift, subtle, but powerful… and suddenly my hand moves through.

The barrier between us is gone. The resistance vanishes. The ‘infinity’ between us withdraws, and my hand falls into his like a magnet- not heavily, but gently, like a leaf finding water. Skin on skin. Warm, steady.

So human.

But the feeling that rushes through me is not simple. It's a flood.

Weight. Loss. Grief. Pride. Exhaustion. Power.

And buried beneath it all… loneliness.

It hits me like a silent, deep, reverent prayer.

I almost pull away from the sheer gravity of it, but I don't. Instead, my fingers adjust, moving across his and then lightly curling in between each finger. Grounding him. Or maybe… letting him ground me.

He exhales slowly.

Contact.

His skin is warm beneath mine.

“Did you feel that?”

“Everything,” I let him know, finding solace in his eyes.

“I don’t let people touch me. Not unless I want them too,” He buries his head on his other hand, as he stares at our intertwined hands. I focus back on our hands, and how we both our finger tips away but then reconnect in a different way. Our fingers exploring and feeling each others skin. “The moment I lower it… I feel too much.”

His thumb moves slightly, the smallest shift against my hand. The grin on my face, as we touch… is everlasting. I’ve never felt this way. “Your hand feels like… heaven…”

My smile slowly diminishes when seeing Sister Yui. About to call me in for prayer. Gojo catches on, and then sighs.

"She really knows how to ruin a moment," He mummers, before looking back at me. The contact between our hands disappears, and I’m saddened when all that skin contact warmth disappears…

"Gojo, you are celibate?" Curiosity gets the better of me.

His face – for the first time since I’ve known him turns a shade brighter. “Where’s that from?” He blinks once… scratches the back of his neck. "I’ve never…"

"Our hands were so intimate, it felt like this was the first time you’ve held hands with anyone." I answer with a smile, trying not to make him any more comfortable, but trying to lighten the moment. "I’ve always been curious why you’re not out there, chasing after some girl who’s not a nun. Aren’t you tired of spending your time with me?"

As I get up, he follows along, walking beside me to the chapel gates, scarf still around his neck. "It’s exactly why I like spending time with you. There’s a chance that…"

He doesn’t finish his sentence and I peek at him, waiting to hear about this ‘chance’… what chance is there. But he doesn’t speak, he simply drops me by the gates and watches me walk into the chapel.

During that prayer, I pray for Gojo Saturo.

- [2 Weeks later]

Gojo hasn’t come by after that day.

Not once. Not even a shadow or a whisper of him. After the warmth of his smile and the softness of his gaze and our hands having their own love session, I was left with an ache… a quiet longing that followed me through every prayer and every silent moment in the chapel. I carried on with my daily routine, my prayer walks, tending to the garden, praying with Sister Yui, and serving in the chapel as faithfully as I could. But the world felt quieter without my doze and conversation with Gojo, the light dimmer… I craved that infinity feeling of him. I caught myself glancing toward the garden wall, half-expecting to see him leaning there, his scarf hiding his mysterious eyes.

But he never came… Two long weeks without him, was enough to set me back on track with my upcoming vows in a month.

Then came Halloween.

A mission to Shibuya… a day meant to be one of light and kindness, where Sister Yui led us, a small group of nuns. We’re sent to Shibuya to serve to hand out blankets, hot tea, and prayers to anyone who needs them in this wild time of Halloween. The streets are buzzing with costumed crowds, the air thick with autumn and anticipation.

But then… the world shifts, ripples through the ground, a light tremor.

“Is that an earthquake?” I look around being too frozen in place to move. I catch the sight of a bubble forming above the sky… looking like it’s about to encase us all… a wall of dark energy surges down like an invisible curtain, slicing through the city.

Another nun in our team, Sister Uchi whisper yells. “What in the heavens is that?”

People freeze mid-step, but then a child screams and then I see a man try to run, only to slam into thin air and fall back, dazed. After him, several others run face first into the sudden wall, but they don’t successed in escaping, falling flat on their butts. It’s clear that we’re trapped.

“Sister Yui?” I call out panicked.

A barrier…

People begin panicking. Sister Yui tells us to stay calm, to stay together. I close my eyes and pray together with the other sisters- but my heart pounds, faster than the recited words leaving my lips.

And then, through some speaker, someone speaks… a voice echoes across the streets:

“Only Gojo Satoru is allowed to enter. No Jujutsu sorcerers will be allowed to enter. If one is spotted a reign of curses will be released in all of the barriers.”

My eyes snap open. “Jujutsu sorcerer? Gojo.”

The name rolls through the air like thunder. The others react-

“Gojo Saturo?” One asks. “Who the hell is that?”

“What the hell man?” Another. “What’s happening? Are they keeping us imprisoned for this Gojo dude?” I freeze.

He’s here?

I don’t have time to think as a thick and heavy fog settles all around us. The other nuns whisper prayers, their voices barely above trembling breaths. “Dear heavens, what is this?”

“Keep praying Sister Mira. Everyone focus.” Sister Yui’s grip on her rosary tightened, sacred words weaving through the tense silence. I join them, but my mind is elsewhere…

Gojo?

I want to go and look for him… but Sister Yui has all the nuns together. We’re being looked at crazy, as some of the sisters are on their knees praying, others stand with light hands up… I try to be like them- dedicated in prayer- but the fact that Gojo is here… in whatever this is, makes me feel less nervous… but it’s being away from him that has me feeling uneasy. I just need to see him…

I try not to think of his absence during the previous week – As I just long to see him.

-

It feels like we are in here for hours… So long that the panic has washed away and now people are pissed and just want to get out. Sister Yui tasks us with offering comfort or relief to those who seem weary and uneasy.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Some people complain. “Where the hell is this Gojo guy?”

I go around, trying to help out as much and as best as I can… but then… There’s a floor tilt… the floor opens up. People scream – I scream – falling down- separated from the other sisters. The floors sink causing a number of us to disappear into some void. I fall flat on my butt – too slow to respond to that… as we’re in another barrier. A shimmering wall of energy slices through the street like a knife of air. A hand full of us are trapped inside another barrier.

Fear ripples through us like a wave. None of us know what is happening — only that the world outside has vanished.

I press my palms together in silent prayer, as others huddle close to the barrier wall again… “Is it an attack?” Someone cries.

Minutes pass leaving us disoriented and confused. I walk around, trying to find even one Sister Nun. But then— I see him.

High above, squatting on the edge of a building like a watchful god.

White hair. Blindfold. The curve of his shoulders.

Gojo.

He’s still.

He seems like he’s also waiting for something. As if sensing something. My breath catches in my throat. He doesn’t know I’m here. But I know him. I feel it like gravity pulling at my ribs.

Then stands and with a foot forward he falls straight into the crowd – but instead of on the ground… he walks above people’s heads… and then he’s gone in a blink.

I step forward, trying to follow- but the energy warps again. And suddenly, we’re all thrown.

Into the third barrier. By now I know it’s a barrier, because the recurring feeling of sinking into something, feels exactly like the way it felt to feel Gojo’s hands. I fall hard, scraping my elbow. My veil slips from my head. Dust stings my throat. But this time instead of the inside city, we’re down deep in a train station area. The white fluorescent lights create better lighting. A lot of the people who were in costumes are now walking around with masks in their hands – worry clearly expressed on their faces. It didn’t hit me then… but now being able to see people’s faces, I realize that something ‘bad’ is about to happen.

Luring Gojo alone and not the other ‘jujutsu sorcerers’ could be bad. I look up and thankfully I see him again. He’s standing on the floor now, high above, eyes locked on the people who just fell in. His head scans the crowd- and then he sees me.

I feel my heart skip a beat after our eyes lock. But then a train screeches into view—hovering just off the ground. The doors slam open. I step back breathing halting in my throat… They pour out.

Monsters. I blink several times watching them step out lunging on people. It seems like others can’t see them- or they’re afraid because they don’t move from their spots. Shadows rapidly passing by other people and attacking. I hesitate as a demon! Comes towards me! I try to run- to reach Gojo behind me— but when I turn to run – I see that he moves first. His head turns, panic flashing across his face. He steps toward me—

—and they come for him.

“Cursed spirits.” I hear him spitting out with anger – watching with wide eyes. Gojo handles them with quick steps -hard for my eyes to follow.

Within all the chaos happening around- blood flowing and flying around- I stumble back, ducking behind a half-crushed bench. My heart races, my hands tremble. I whisper every prayer I know beneath my breath.

But I keep my eyes on him.

He’s fighting like a force of nature like light trying to split through a storm. Blue flashes ripple through the air. Concrete cracks. It’s not long before I see his posture next to the bench I’m in- he bends down, still panting. “I need you to run. Escape from here.”

“But-”

His voice cuts sharply just as his head moves all over where the cursed spirits are. There’s one that I make out has tree horns as eyes and another has a volcano as a head… they’re both staring at Gojo. “I can’t save everyone.” He let’s out, almost sadly. “And I’ll be damned if you get caught up in this. So run. Run.” The way he shifts his body so the curses can’t move in my direction.

Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t look away.

“Go. I’ll protect you from behind.”

My hand grips the cross around my neck, breath stolen by how fast I get up. I turn to him, ripping off the chain around my neck placing it over his hand. “You need this.”

He can’t answer because just as I look at him – he’s disappeared and suddenly he’s on the train tracks down below with the cursed spirit that has trees for eyes. He holds onto tree horns and forces the being against the wall. I can only watch – realizing that under some seconds – every monster demon cursed spirit that was around us has fallen to the ground dead. There are some people who are dead as well… and I tremble…

I don’t want to run and leave Gojo behind. But… this is too much…

I know he can do this. I know he can win… but I’m so scared for him. Dealing with these things. In a matter of seconds there’s a huge bursting sound at the cursed spirit that Gojo was fighting squirts out some purple goop… blood. Gojo breathes heavily and turns to the volcano thing. “Next.”

Gojo’s eyes briefly turns to look at you, eyes unblinking now, raw blue glowing like celestial fire.

I’m aware that I should run… but then a monk with long hair and traditional attire appears.

Capturing Gojo’s attention.

However I find myself unable to move as 2 little girls bring out their phones- instantly causing everyone… all the normal humans without power- for our eyes to snap up into a daze…

It goes on forever… and I don’t know how I’m broken free from my trance, but once I’m out of the trance, my eyes look for Gojo… only for me to see the last moments when he’s literally trapped in… a box. My mouth gaps open… The man with long hair picks up the box, but no later does it drop heavily on the ground, creating a large indent on the floor. All around the box, there’s eyes… and I notice the icy blue piercing gaze.

I feel it looking at me… and that’s all I remember before running.

-

I’m running. Running for my life.

On the tracks with my heart beating so fast.

It’s dark and I could be attacked any moment now. But after all that I just saw I know that I have to get help.

I fall on the tracks but I still get up and keep running – hoping to see someone.

And thankfully after some time – I see three figures. A woman. A boy… and the pink haired guy that Gojo had once introduced me to. “Itidori-” I cry out.

“It’s that nun-”

I don’t even let him finish as I get closer and I’m able to stop and breath out, looking up at him. “Gojo has been sealed.”

-

[Several months later]

The morning air blows softly against my face as I make my way up the long, stone path toward Jujutsu High. The wind tousles my hair, that’s neatly combed back- no longer hidden beneath a veil. There’s no Reverend Mother Rae beside me, no Sister Yui instructing each step. Just me. My own pace. My own quiet prayers whispered with every step.

A lot has happened.

A lot of decisions made in a world that was torn apart by the hidden sorcerers world.

I’m not wearing my habitual nun robe. Reflecting the ultimate decision I made in the end.

Just a simple blouse tucked into a long skirt, the kind that still brushes my ankles, but lets the sun touch my skin. A choice of clothing that reflects that even though I walked away from saying the final vows, I didn’t walk away from the path of… believing in the unknown.

My decision has been renewed.

And I will decide if I make another vow… after I see.. him.

I don’t even know if he’s still alive.

But I believe… those eyes that set me free that day on the train tracks, has always been my motivation to carry on with my life.

I need him to be well.

I climb the final few steps, the temple gate rising ahead like a promise I hadn’t let myself imagine — until now.

It smells like pine and tea leaves up here. Peaceful. Still.

But my heart isn't still… standing at the gates of the school… It races the moment I see him.

He’s waiting there… just beyond the open archway. Standing tall, hands in his pockets, that black scarf still wrapped around his eyes like always. But even from here, I can feel him watching me. That pull… that impossible sense of gravity that’s uniquely his.

Then, slowly, he reaches up — fingers curling around the edge of his scarf — and pulls it down.

His eyes… are wounded… red strains from a battle that will forever remain with him. However when looking at me… those eyes turn to water.

Blue like the sky’s first breath after rain. Alive. Free. Unsealed.

And then he’s running.

So am I.

I don’t even think. My feet just move… as if I was always meant to meet him halfway. We crash into each other like the world couldn’t stand to keep us apart any longer. His arms wrap around me tight, and I don’t hold back. I laugh. I cry. I breathe him in. No barrier in between.

He smirks, brushing a stray hair from my face. “So… no more holy robes?”

“No more holy robes,” I chuckle.

“Guess that means I’m the only saint around here now.” His smile, his tears, reflect this beautifully sweet moment.

“You wish.” I laugh. His hands cup my face gently this time, respectfully, as if asking instead of taking…

“Does that mean, I’m allowed to kiss you?”

He wants a kiss?

Tears almost blind me, and I answer him the only way I know how. “I’m unsure of how this usually goes,” I let him know, but still I lean forward, as he dips his head.

We kiss, not with hesitation or confusion, but with the deep, unspoken relief of two hearts reunited after a long journey, as if every lost moment has led us right back to this.

[the-walls-beyond]

Synergy | Suguru Geto

The late summer air was heavy, cicadas humming in the background as Y/n walked along the edge of an old temple path. The streets were quiet, bathed in gold from the setting sun. She wasn’t expecting to hear anyone.... until she caught the low murmur of voices ahead.

She slowed.

Two men, tall stood near the stone steps of the temple, half in shadow, there was a distance between them. One wore dark sunglasses and almost looked like he was trembling with rage. The other had his dark hair tied back neatly, his posture relaxed but commanding. Something about him, his stillness, made the world hush around him.

"I didn't think you'd come." The white haired man said.

"I almost didn’t," The other replied, voice soft. "But I figured… if I was going to say goodbye, it might as well be here."

Y/n stopped walking... paying attention... she's seen these two guys before. Sorcerers at Jujutsu High. If she's not mistaken... she was supposed to be in the same year as them... well that's if the school didn't reject her.

That voice calm, steady, heavy with something like sorrow—sent a strange chill down her spine. She stepped quietly behind the edge of a nearby shrine pillar, not intending to listen… just unable to move.

"It didn’t have to be this way, Geto." The white haired man said, voice tense and full of sorrow.

A pause.

"There were always choices," The calm man, Geto...replied. "But we made ours a long time ago."

Gojo exhaled sharply, like he was trying not to say something dangerous.

"Even now," He said, "I could stop you."

"But you won’t," Geto said, turning his head just slightly, like he was smiling.

Another silence.

People walked past on the sidewalk, unaware of the weight in the air. Strangers with shopping bags. Couples heading to dinner. And yet this moment felt like it split the world in two.

“You haven’t changed,” Gojo said after a while, voice lower.

“You have,” Geto murmured. “That’s the problem.”

And then he turned and walked away.

Y/n’s breath caught as she watched him leave. Something about the conversation, about the look in his eyes as he walked, calm, sad, yet undeniably alive, made her feet move before her mind caught up.

She followed him.

Y/n kept a careful distance, her heart racing faster with every step. He didn’t move like someone in a rush. His pace was steady, thoughtful, like he knew exactly where he was going. Or maybe… like he didn’t.

He turned down a side street lit by flickering lanterns and came to a stop near an empty ramen stall.

"I don’t mind being followed," He said, not turning around. His voice and presence so commanding, yet at the same time calming. "But most people are better at hiding it."

She froze in place. "I’m not trying to follow you," She said quickly. "I mean—I am, but not for… weird reasons."

He finally turned, and in the fading light, she got her first real look at him. Up close, Geto Suguru didn’t look like a villain.

He looked tired.

"And what reason would be acceptable, then?" He asked. "Do you know me?"

She hesitated. "I overheard you. Back there. With Gojo."

That made him laugh, just a little. "Of course you did. We were loud."

"I wasn’t trying to spy," She added, a bit embarrassed.

"Curiosity, huh?" He said. "Dangerous habit."

"So is loneliness," She said before she could stop herself.

Something shifted in his face. Not a full smile, but something like it. "Are you’re from Tokyo's Jujutsu High?" He asked after a beat. "A student?"

"Sort of," She replied. “Not like the others. I’m… figuring things out."

He studied her for a long moment. Traces of cursed energy around her. He turned around and kept walking. She watched him part and then went on her own way.

-

It wasn’t until they met again, accidentally... that she decided to follow him again.

He had his eyes closed while walking, as if he didn’t need to see the world to move through it. She wondered, absurdly, if he could see her anyway.

"You’re braver than you look," He said without turning, voice as smooth as ever.

She blinked in surprise, then gave a quiet, amused chuckle. "Or just stupid."

He turned his head slightly, offering a faint smirk. He wore the same outfit he always did—regal in its simplicity. A deep purple kimono-style robe, the fabric heavy and flowing like shadow. It wrapped around him neatly, fastened with a black obi at his waist. The robe’s wide sleeves swayed gently as he walked, and the hem nearly brushed the ground like it didn’t quite belong to this world.

Underneath, a simple black high-collared shirt peeked through—modern, but subtly integrated into the traditional layers. His geta sandals tapped lightly against the pavement, a rhythmic sound that somehow felt both graceful and threatening.

There was something monastic about him—like a wandering priest. But beneath that calm exterior, there was a gravity to him. A sense that if you got too close, you might never be the same.

And yet, Y/n stepped closer anyway.

"You have this powerful aura around you. It's made any demon around me afraid to even come closer." He gave her a look—part amusement, part warning, before shutting it again. Continuing his walk.

Walking beside him gave her an unfamiliar kind of comfort. After the long day she’d had at work, she didn’t expect silence to feel so soothing especially not from someone like him. But it was. And maybe that’s why she kept following him. That, and the quiet questions tugging at her.

"I need to know something…" She said, her voice low and tentative. "You knew I could see them, didn’t you? The curses."

"From the first night." He nodded, eyes still half-lidded as he walked. "Is there a reason you're still following me?" Geto asked, wanting to avoid and stay away from her. But because of the soft pink light that shimmered faintly around her, something gentle, warm, and entirely other. She probably couldn’t see it. Most wouldn’t. But he could. He didn't know what that light meant... and he wasn't curious to what it could bee.

"I see them." She goes on. Ignoring his question. "Always have. Since I was little. They’d crawl up my bed. Stand in corners. Whisper. No one else saw. My parents said it was my imagination." She paused. "Then they started touching me."

His expression darkened slightly, and he turned toward her fully for the first time. No more walking. She also paused, looking out in the distance. He openned his eyes to look at her... and the pink hue that radiated around her.

"One broke my ribs when I was twelve..." She continued. "Doctors couldn’t explain it. Jujutsu High sent someone to ‘assess’ me. You might know him as Gojo. He said I didn’t qualify according to the rule book. That I had ‘no cursed energy’ of my own. Just… sight. As if that wasn’t enough to ruin a person."

Geto was quiet.

"So I wasn’t good enough to train, but I was cursed enough to suffer," She finished bitterly. "Eventually after years... I managed to cast them off... when I saw you."

She waited for a response. For the mockery. For the pity.

Instead.

"It's a shame. The school has rules. Ones they don’t question."

“But it seems like you did."

He didn’t answer. But something passed between them in the silence, charged and irreversible. She didn’t move as he reached out—slowly, cautiously and brushed his fingers along her cheek. Not romantic. Just... to see if he could touch that faint pink glow.

It only become brighter, and he pulled his hand back slowly, into his kimono. "They're all gone now." He muttered softly. "Now stay away from me."

-

Weeks passed.

She always met him on her way home from work. Sometimes she’d walk beside him, saying nothing, and quietly part ways when she reached her apartment. Other nights, he trailed just behind her- never too close, but never far enough to feel gone. Of course, he was walking his own path. But somehow… their paths kept aligning.

It was enough to let something grow between them.

A rhythm.

Conversations became casual, relaxed, even. Not quite friendship. Not quite more. But something suspended gently in the air between them.

"So how come you’re dressed traditionally nowadays?" She asked one night, glancing sideways at him.

His robe shifted as he walked... deep purple fabric brushing the tops of his sandals. His hands were tucked calmly into his sleeves.

"I own a cult," He said.

She looked at him, blinked. "Cool. Can I… see it?"

He glanced at her. Not suspicious. Not amused. Just thoughtful, the way he always was when her curiosity went somewhere he hadn’t expected.

"I don’t think it’s a place for you," He said.

"Because of the curses?" She asked.

"No. Because of the people."

She hummed. "A cult. Interesting. So what? You're using your jujutsu to lure them into believing you're god?"

A soft exhale escaped him, almost a laugh. Almost, and that made her smile, paying attention to his features. It was always rare to see a smile on his face, but when he did... it wasn't half- it was really good on him. "I never said I wasn’t a god," He replied, voice calm but edged with quiet amusement. "Maybe..." His eyes briefly meeting hers. "I just like the silence that follows when people finally believe in something."

Her smile faded just a little, not out of fear, but curiosity. There was always something deeper with him. And she was always just on the edge of understanding. She went quiet for a moment, letting the weight of that answer settle between them. Then she asked, softly:

"And do you lead these believers?"

He didn’t answer right away. A breeze stirred his robes. The sky was dark above them, a few distant stars visible between the city lights.

"I don’t lead," He said eventually, stopping once they reached her apartment. "I offer something they believe in. That’s all."

"And you? Do you believe in it?" She turned to face him, finding his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"I don’t believe in much anymore," He said. "But I believe in the end of certain things." His eyes met hers. "And I think you might be one of them."

Her brows furrowed. "What does that mean?"

"We might not meet again after this night. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Have a good one. Take care." He bowed, shut his eyes and carried on walking, not before saying: "I'll be going home to rest tonight." He added, almost as an afterthought—but it lingered. Heavy.

She didn’t know where “home” was for him. He never said. But something in his voice felt... off. Not tired—done. As if something was pulling him away. Or toward something final.

He never told her where he went... but for some reason tonight... after his words she could feel that there was this quiet yearning from him. As if something was pulling him away. Or toward something final, and in that moment as he walked away she saw a black glow around him. Her head tilted... and she quickly caught up to him.

"Wait." She gently held his arm. "Geto, wait."

He stopped, but didn't turn.

So she moved in front of him. "If this is goodbye-"

And on that night, he kissed her. Slow, gentle... bittersweet.

Desperate. "Don't follow me." He uttered lowly... His way of saying goodbye, was always disappearing.

-

It all happened too fast.

Christmas Eve.

The city was under evacuation orders, though no one gave a clear reason why. Just alarms, crowded shelters, and a rising sense of unease that made her stomach twist.

But she knew.

Curses.

Dozens of them. Maybe more. Swarming, spreading. Like something had been unleashed.

She stood in the quiet temple shelter, lip caught between her teeth, pacing near the old walls as people huddled in fear. But her mind wasn’t on safety. It was on him.

Suguru Geto.

She couldn’t explain it, only that her chest ached like it knew something. Something irreversible. She kept seeing his face—the quiet way he said goodbye. The way he walked away as if he was already fading.

She couldn’t sit still.

So she left.

Left the warmth. Left the people. Left the safety that never really felt safe to begin with.

Go where? She didn’t know.

To who?

She had a name, not a destination.

But her feet moved on instinct, guided by a pull stronger than fear—by a thread of dark energy she could almost see in the air. A trail of stillness inside the chaos.

The streets were jagged with debris, smoke curling up from distant fires. She climbed over broken steps, skirted collapsed walls, and pushed forward through a world that felt like it was ending.

Then—she saw it.

The gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Cracked. Barely holding. The barrier flickered like a dying breath, and when she reached out—expecting resistance—it parted for her like mist.

She didn’t hesitate.

Not now.

Explosions shook the air above, and in the flickering sky, she caught glimpses of monstrous shapes—curses screaming and vanishing into ash.

She was in the middle of a battlefield.

She knew she should turn back.

But her legs wouldn’t let her.

A final, ragged scream echoed from somewhere ahead. It pierced the air and tore into her ears, making her stumble to her knees, arms raised to shield herself. The ground shook, stone splitting, wind howling like it carried the grief of a hundred broken spirits.

And still—she kept going.

She took shelter briefly behind a fallen archway, waited for the worst of the storm to pass, and when the cursed pressure thinned—she ran.

Faster.

Drawn forward by something deeper than sight.

By the time she reached the ruined courtyard, her lungs were raw, her eyes stinging from smoke—

But she knew.

She was closer. Closer to him...

Closer than she’d ever been.

Her eyes started to tear up, unknowingly...

By the time she reached the ruined courtyard, the 'battle' was over.

Blood trailed the stone.

And there he was slumped against the wall, body broken, breathing shallow. His robes were torn. His arm hung limp at his side.

She rushed to him.

"Geto—" She whispered, falling to her knees.

He looked at her, dazed... but he still smiled. That same quiet, strange smile he always wore when he saw her.

"I told you not to follow me."

She sniffed lightly. "You knew I would." She held his face, tears streaking her cheeks. "I couldn't miss out on our last walk," Voice cracking.

He merely smiled, shutting his eyes.

A shadow passed nearby—she saw white hair in the corner of her vision.

'Gojo' didn’t approach. He stood at a distance, like he couldn’t bear to see what had become of his friend.

Geto looked past her then, through the ruined sky.

And just before the last breath left his lips, he said her name.

Soft.

The night had fallen still.

The curses were gone. The air held the echo of battle and ash, but the war was over.

Y/n sat in silence, cradling what remained of Geto Suguru in her arms. His body was growing cold. The stone beneath them still warm from his blood. Her hands—shaking, soaked, steady all at once—pressed to his chest, as if she could will him back into this world.

She couldn’t.

Footsteps approached, slow and heavy.

She didn’t look up. She knew who it was.

The sound of his gait was unmistakable, even in grief. Gojo stood above them for a long moment. Then crouched slowly beside Geto’s body. His fingers hovered near his oldest friend’s shoulder, but he didn’t touch him. Couldn’t.

His sunglasses were gone. His eyes—unshielded—were unreadable, full of things no jujutsu sorcerer ever had the luxury to say.

"How long…?" he asked.

"Long enough," She said. "I was with him when he went."

Gojo nodded once.

"I liked him," She said, finally meeting Gojo's blue eyes. Hers were rimmed red. Not just from crying. From not blinking. From trying not to miss a single second of the last minutes of the man who had destroyed and saved her in equal measure.

"I know," Gojo replied, barely audible. "So did I."

They sat there in the cold stillness, time suspended.

Y/n looked back down at Geto’s face, peaceful now. No smirk. No swagger. Just quiet.

Gojo didn’t even know this girl.

But the way she held onto Suguru—his best friend, his greatest regret—made him pause. Made him look.

She clung to him like she was holding time itself still. Like if she let go, he’d vanish completely.

Gojo’s eyes, unshielded for once, scanned the air around them.

There was something unusual.

A soft pink glow shimmered around her—warm, steady, fragile. And around Suguru… a fading black aura, rich and deep, like smoke retreating after a fire.

Their colors bled together at the edges.

It wasn’t cursed energy, not in the traditional sense. It was something quieter. Something older. A bond beyond jujutsu. Beyond rules. Beyond fate.

A love story unfinished.

Cut short not by battle—but by inevitability.

By his inevitability.

Gojo hadn’t known this girl before tonight. But now, watching her cradle the only person he’d ever loved—he understood something unspoken between them.