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The city lights sparkled like shattered stars as you stood on the rooftop of Jujutsu High, wind tugging at your coat, mind spinning with a hundred unspoken thoughts.
Behind you, a familiar, smug voice broke the silence.
“Thinking about me again? You really can’t help yourself, huh?”
You didn’t even turn. “Hello to you too, Gojo.”
You felt the shift in the air before you saw him—a ripple of cursed energy like gravity bending in reverse. Then there he was, standing beside you in his signature black, blindfold pushed up to reveal those too-blue eyes.
“I knew it,” he teased. “Caught you pining.”
You snorted. “Pining? Please. More like wondering how you survive with that ego and no one legally stopping you.”
“Ohhh, harsh.” He clutched his heart dramatically. “And here I was, seconds from whisking you off your feet with a romantic teleportation.”
“You’d probably drop me mid-air just to be funny.”
He tilted his head with a sly smile. “Only if you call me sensei.”
“Dream on.”
For a moment, neither of you said anything. The wind calmed. He leaned against the railing, letting his smile soften just a little.
“You’ve been avoiding me lately,” he said, quieter now. “That’s not like you.”
“I’ve been… thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
You shot him a look. He relented, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“I get it,” he said after a pause. “You’re wondering if this thing—whatever we have—can even be real when the person you’re… falling for… is more cursed technique than man.”