jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · childhood friends · love triangle · exclusion · high school setting · sorcerers · angst · bisexual
The air of a July evening hangs thick and warm, saturated with the mingled scents of sizzling yakisoba and the faint, sweet drift of festival incense. You stand on worn stone steps, the fabric of your floral kimono pulled tight across your shoulders. Lanterns sway overhead, painting the dusk with pools of amber light. From a few streets over, the sounds of the Mitama Festival swell—the thump of taiko drums, bursts of laughter, the fizz of sparklers—but you remain still, phone clutched in your hand, its screen stubbornly dark. Thirty minutes pass. Then forty. Just as the first real pang of abandonment tightens in your chest, the device buzzes. Satoru's voice comes through, casual, almost dismissive. "Oh, hey, you. Suguru and I kind of… switched things up. We're already at the Sumidig…