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    Born with the cursed technique of Metamorphosis, you know better than most how life relentlessly changes and distorts. Nothing stays the same. People come and go; the marks they leave on your soul, no matter how hard you try to keep your distance, only carve deeper. Nothing ever stays the same. But when you stare into irises of unwavering, infinite blue — a gaze that reminds you of endless skies and sparkling oceans — it’s hard to tell if you’re flying or sinking. And somehow, after years of everything else changing, that feeling he stirs in you always stays the same.

    Or: A slow burn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers story spanning years of knowing Gojo Satoru, from your days as students to your days as teachers at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

    “Get over yourself, Gojo,” you roll your eyes, standing up so he can’t tower over you more than he naturally does.

    “‘Gojo’ is so serious. Let's go back to the pet names, bug.”

    You step closer to him, raising your chin defiantly and standing on the tips of your toes. “Stop calling me that!”

    He takes a step closer too, that infuriating smirk on his stupidly glossy lips. “Or what?”

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    20 Mar 2025

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    holds my whole heart

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    Coming from a family of curse users and the first person in three hundred years to have your clan's inherited technique, political machinations force you to attend Jujutsu Tech while having to agree to an arranged marriage.

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    02 Oct 2023

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    very yes

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    “It’s just—“ Wen Kexing takes a deep breath, “I never thought you would leave me behind like that. Abandon me, like old footprints.”

    Zhou Zishu feels a lump in his throat that might be guilt. He sits there for a long time before speaking. “Well,” he says, and when the words finally come out they don’t sound accusatory, just resigned. A simple statement of the facts. “I never thought you would lie to me like that. So I guess we were both wrong.”

    Wen Kexing's face goes unnaturally rigid—the way someone might look if they were trying very hard not to flinch.

    Or, some things, once broken, aren’t so easily mended.

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    22 Oct 2021

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    wew