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  1. Public Bookmark 23

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    When Gojo Satoru‘s best friend left him, he was given a box containing the finger of the King of Curses.
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    Satoru was a tsunami. A wave of endless energy that could destroy everything in its path. Sukuna was a hurricane. A tornado that cuts down everything around it.

    Sukuna’s eyes reached him. Their eyes met on an equal plane. The fallen one had smirked at the honored one.

    After all, maybe the only one who can understand the tsunami is the hurricane? Only a calamity can reach the other without getting destroyed.

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    19 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    07 Mar 2026

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    It’s in the middle of scanning the last bottle of green tea that Itadori properly looks up. Eye contact with him is a physical, unexpected shock, a crunch of imaginary static snapping through Megumi and leaving his hands twitching at his sides.

    "Hey." Itadori blinks, wide and earnest. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

    The tea sloshes backwards in the bottle he’s holding. Megumi focuses on this until his vision steadies.

    "No," he says. "I don’t think so."

    In the aftermath, Itadori loses his memories instead of his life. Megumi grieves nonetheless.

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    05 Mar 2026

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    “We fought. You lost.”

    “How would you know that?” Satoru jokes weakly.

    “You were in four pieces,” Sukuna deadpans. He stretches out a hand and Satoru feels a faint tug at the edges of his scars.

    “You killed me.” Satoru concedes quietly. He takes a careful sip of the soup, and nearly sighs as the flavours spread on his tongue, though he can’t tell if it’s because Sukuna’s cooking is that good or simply because he hasn’t had anything to eat since he died. “About a thousand years into the future, you killed me.”

    It’s strange, saying it out loud.

     

    Or: After dying in Shinjuku, Gojo Satoru wakes back up in the Heian Era.
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    There's now a second chapter. Only proceed if you want to get your heart broken.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    Satoru was supposed to heal and leave.

    That was the agreement: a broken-winged wyvern seeking shelter in the domain of an old, cruel dragon whose name stirred fear in the bones of lesser beasts. Sukuna had lined his territory in blood and bones, and mercy was not part of his legend.

    But days bled into weeks. Wounds healed. The cold stone den grew warmer as winter turned to spring, and then to summer.

    And between quiet meals and glances that lingered too long across the flames, Satoru stopped being a trespasser and became something else entirely.

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    17 Feb 2026