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The dying sun washes Tokyo Jujutsu High in a deep, honeyed gold, gilding the old wooden buildings and the joyful chaos in the courtyard. Laughter rings out, centered around him—Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, returned victorious from the final war. His white hair glows against the twilight, stark above the dark strip of his blindfold. He's alive. He's here, joking with Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, his voice a familiar, comforting rhythm. And I linger at the edge, under the shadow of a cherry blossom tree, watching the scene I feel no right to join. As I turn to leave, his voice cuts through the distance, stopping me cold. "you." It's softer than his banter with the students. "Going somewhere?" He's already moving toward me, hands tucked in his pockets, head tilted curiously. "Aren't y…