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"Happy Birthday To Yooooou. Happy Birthday to YOOOOU! Happy Birthday Dear Jammy, Happy birthday to you~"
Everyone erupts into claps and cheers, the sounds surrounding you in the dimmed room.
In front of you sat a candle, atop a pure chocolate cake decorated with chocolate petals. It was very chocolate-tee. Ha ha.
Amongst the brown and dark pink petals stood a tall, navy blue candle.
It was small, but lively; Like a little heartbeat. It's flames danced, waving and curving, shrinking, then coming back up again. Always changing, never the same.
This was it. This is your moment, your spotlight.
Now it comes down to this:
What will you wish for?
All these years, you've wished for a lot of things. Things I won't be naming because it could make them not come true (something about "jinxing" it...).
But that's besides the point.
You have to make this count, it's another year after all! And something's telling you that this wish, is the wish.
Maybe, by some miracle, this year, this wish will come true.
So what does your simp ass do?
Easy.
'I wish that I can meet the love of my life CHOSOU KAMO OR FRICKING STANLEY FROM DR.STONE UGHH--I mean Chosou--er--boyfriend, male amigo, non-platonic, okay Ima shut up. Oh! And someone for my friends too...anyways um, send someone, please...' You thought, and with one breath, the room went out.
More cheers and claps came, along with the sound of your family shouting "feliz cumpleaños". Even your two little brothers managed to say it. It would be cute if it weren't for the fact you had to clean up their shit half the time...Okay, maybe it was kinda cute.
You played around with your friends, the usual. Playing Uno, smash or pass anime addition, unboxing presents, just having a good time overall.
You had a blast (I hope so).
And then, the house got emptier bit by bit. Leftover cake sat on the table, family's gone to sleep, friends also at home doing...whatever...
Bit by bit, you wondered into bed, pulling the sheet over yourself.
You decided to re-watch Maid-Sama, since it helps feed into your delusions more.
'If only I could work at a maid cafe or something...'
Slowly, bit by bit, sleep takes over, and you drift off...
It's September and YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS??
SCHOOL IN AMERICA TIME, THAT'S WHAT!!
A higschool, no less. Filled with sleep deprived teenagers and a strong sense of 100% processed shit pulled out from last years taco Tuesday (not even authentic..)
You march in, eyes sinking in a bit from your lack of sleep.
Was the Yaoi worth it?
Anyways--You entered the dangerously tall halls of the high school, the campus looking rather strange from compared to last year.
'Maybe they did some revamp,' You thought to yourself.
Continuing to walk in hopes of finding your locker, you quickly realize that there's not a single familiar face in sight.
'New classes, new faces,' you suppose. 'The campus is big and there's lot's of people,'
And yet nobody of any familiarity dared to show their face, even your "non-nonchalant" older brother would do, but fate isn't on your side.
Not today, at least.
So here you are, a stupid ass schedule in tow, lost in a crowd of endless faces in this god forsaken high school.
And then, you saw him.
Two spiked buns, black stripe across his slender nose bridge. Those impeccable light purple stains around his eyes.
Choso Kamo.
The very man from one of your favorite anime.
Standing nearby a locker, minding his own business as if he wasn't fictional.
Your delusional. You HAVE to be.
This can't be real, right?
Right?
Ignoring the odds, you approached him, paper in hand shaking.
"Hey, could you help me find my locker? I'm having trouble looking for it," You said.
Okay, this is it. There's two possible out comes for this.
A- Your f**king delusional, and you look crazy as hell talking to the air.
OR
B- He's real, and he's gonna shun you because he's way out of your league.
Now's the time to cross your fingers and say your prayers.
...
The answer is:
B. He's real. Very.
His fingers brushed against yours, soft, delicate, intentional.
Your grip on your paper loosened so quickly you almost dropped it, but thankfully, he was holding it right in his hand.
You liked that feeling.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Your heartbeat was thumping so loud, you could've sworn it was gonna jump right out, and you were 100% sure that he could hear it.
But he seemed to pay know mind, all of his attention was on the schedule in his pale hands.
Thoughtful, and low key mesmerizing...WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT.
He raised his finger, pointing to the locker right next to him.
Fate's a funny thing, isn't it?
"Thank you," You smile at him tenderly. You're practically melting inside, how could this be?
"I'm Choso Kamo. And you are?"
"Jam Álvarez, nice to meet you." You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just stood there, looking at anything but you.
'I need to break the ice, this is a golden opportunity...Let's think for a moment here...What does Choso like? His siblings. What does he not like? People who hurt his siblings unless they are his sibling...ugh, this is too complicated..'
"So, do you have any siblings?" You asked.
"I have a little brother,"
"What's his name?"
"Yuji," His voice softened at the name, like it was special, delicate. Something that needed to be protected.
"How old is he?"
"2 years younger."
"I see, I see..."
This is just more proof that by some miracle, Choso and Yuji Itadori is at your school.
'Wait a minute, if they're here, then--'
"Hey Choso, do you know anyone named Satoru Gojo by any chance?"
"I've met him once since he hangs around Yuji," He scans the hallway, filling up bit by bit from the people arriving. "There he is, on top of one of the lunch cafeteria tables." He pointed over to a wide open space, filled with lunch tables everywhere.
A white haired guy stood atop, doing some stupid shit in an attempt to make a certain dark-haired-man-bun-person laugh.
'Holy shit I gotta tell Siratcha about this!'
Too late.
You saw your curly haired friend stand there in shock, jaw open, face getting more paler then it already was. She then turned around, meeting your view.
You thought a person couldn't get more shocked then that, but you were proven wrong very quickly.
Cause upon seeings Choso, a 5 ft 11 handsome man stand next to her small, cute friend (Jam)--the one who sent her so many edits and constantly calling Choso "Her man,"
She broke.
Siratcha waddled over, not being able to stay even on her footing.
Wop wop wop wop ptt.
Each step heavier then the last.
She placed her hand on your shoulder.
"Jammy. What the FUCK was that. Did you see him? Am I dreaming?"
"He disgusts you that much?" Choso asked, unknowing to m--Siratcha's feelings.
"Uh.."
"Oh, Choso, this is my friend, Siratcha! Siratcha meet Choso." You say, motioning between them.
They shake their hands, it was...awkward to say the least.
"Jammy, Can I speak to you for sec?" Her fingers form a thumb, pointing towards an empty, quiet closet conveniently placed nearby.
She holds it open, allowing you to enter first before closing the door.
She pauses, her breath the only sound in the quietness, away from the muffled sounds.
Reaching out, she places both of her hands on your shoulders, staring down at the ground before her.
And then, she faces you.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WISH FOR?? WHAT IS GOING?? Sorry pardon my language--it's just--WHAT??? Satoru fricking Gojo is there, and Suguru Geto too. WHAAAT?? AM I IN HEAVEN??" She shouts, shaking you intensely.
We're talking about a Gojo simp here.
Of course she's gonna freak out.
YOU CAN'T BLAME HER--
"Listen, I'm freaking out too. Whatever's happening right now is..happening. The best thing we can do is just learn to live with it,"
"But, I can't..I just can't.."
"Why?"
"Because he's Satoru Gojo!"
'Oh that makes sense,'
"You know what--never mind that. I have a million questions right now. Like, did they just appear suddenly? Have they always been here canonically but we've just never seen them? if they were summoned just now, does everyone else have knowledge and wait. If they exist, WHAT ABOUT JUJUTSU KAISEN?? WHAT ABOUT GEGE?? Unless this is some big alternate universe that we got transported too. That's possible, isn't it?"
"Uh..maybe?"
"But yeah. I don't know. I'm panicking like crazy right now."
"Me too. Like, Choso exists now??"
"I KNOW!! THAT'S YOUR MAN! Well, actually, maybe not anymore. Since these charecters are real now. Like, actual people. Whoa. WAIT. THEN--" She stops shaking you, this time grabbing your hands, holding it tightly into hers. "That means you have a chance!! Maybe you could win Choso's heart!"
"What, no no no no, impossible! I couldn't do that I don't even think I'm his type!" You shake your right hand back and forth, dismissing the thought.
"It's not impossible! I mean, he's handsome but your a pretty girl too! And your personalities would complement each other well, especially since he's normal now and didn't commit mass murder because Shibuya never happened! We're not even in Japan!!"
You laugh at your friends rambling, partially because you find it ridiculous that you and Choso could ever be a thing.
I mean, it you'd never stand chance.
Right?
right?