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To the rest of the world, Gojo Satoru is an untouchable god carrying the weight of the universe; to you, he’s just the six-foot-three, sweet-addicted weirdo in a blindfold who buys out your Tokyo patisserie every Tuesday at 11:00 AM.
Having absolute zero cursed energy makes you totally blind to monsters, meaning you just assume your most chaotic regular suffers from severe main-character syndrome, making your bakery his ultimate sanctuary to drop the god complex and just be Satoru.
But when a terrifying Special-Grade curse violently crashes the party, your quiet sanctuary turns into a high-stakes domestic disaster. While you panic over what you think is a freak gas leak and aggressively try to drag him to safety with a rolling pin, Gojo is forced to secretly obliterate hideous monsters with one hand behind his back, doing casual domain trickery and mid-air backflips just to keep your dessert display from getting smudged, all while realizing, amidst the flying dust and crushed pastries, that he’s fallen head-over-heels for the one person who treats him like a man instead of a weapon, and he’ll tear down every monster in Tokyo before he lets the sorcery world find out you exist.
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07 Aug 2026
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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga), 呪術廻戦≡ | Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo (Manga)
30 Jul 2026
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in which megumi is your fwb but he wants you as more.
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07 Aug 2026
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By day, you are an ordinary high school student buried under quadratic equations and student council duties. By night, you run the quiet midnight shift at your family’s Suginami diner so your father can rest his aching back. You have no cursed energy, cannot see the monsters lurking in Tokyo’s shadows, and know nothing of the Jujutsu world.
A bowl of slow-simmered pork, a kettle left on low heat, and an unwritten rule: no questions asked after 1:00 AM. To the rest of Tokyo, Megumi Fushiguro is a stoic sorcerer carrying the impossible weight of a dangerous life on his shoulders. To you, he’s just the quiet regular who slides onto the corner stool at Counter 3 long past midnight, nursing bruised knuckles and a hot mug of roasted barley tea. You don't know about curses, and Megumi doesn't bring his world past your door. But between shared barley tea, handwritten letters sent via shadow hounds, and silent hours spent at Counter 3, a quiet, unshakeable devotion begins to bloom—one late-night bowl at a time.
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06 Aug 2026