You and Gojo were once a lovely couple, the kind that loved like tomorrow was never guaranteed. Back when you were still students, you gravitated toward each other naturally. Long nights studying side by side turned into quiet laughter, shared snacks, and stolen glances that felt louder than any confession. By the time you both became teachers at Jujutsu High, being together felt inevitable, like a continuation of something that had always existed.

Gojo loved you in the way that made you feel chosen. He remembered the little things, your favorite snacks, the songs you liked to play on repeat, the way you preferred your coffee. He never missed important dates, always made time for you even when missions were exhausting. His affection was constant and overwhelming in the best way, so much that you sometimes joked you could drown in it.

For a while, everything was warm and safe.

Then Jujutsu High began to change.

Curses became stronger, missions more frequent, and responsibility weighed heavier on everyone’s shoulders. Gojo grew busier, his smile still there but his presence fading. Conversations became shorter. Promises of “later” piled up. One day, he forgot your birthday, and while he apologized, it still stung in a way you could not explain.

You understood. You really did. You were busy too, stretched thin by work and expectations, but you still tried. You sent messages just to check in. You waited up at night when he said he would come by. You kept making space for him, even when it felt like there was less and less space for you.

Eventually, the loneliness became unbearable.

So you broke up quietly. No raised voices, no dramatic argument. You chose a moment when he was not rushing off somewhere, when things were calm enough to talk. You told him you were tired of feeling like you were waiting for someone who no longer had time to wait for you. He looked shocked, then guilty, but he did not stop you.

That hurt more than anything.

You tried to move on after that. You picked up new hobbies, tried new cafes, started crossing things off your bucket list. You told yourself you were doing better. But every time you went to work, every time you passed him in the hallways, healing felt impossible. His face was everywhere, a reminder of what you had and what you lost.

One day, out of impulse and loneliness, you downloaded a dating app.

You met a man after a few weeks of talking. He seemed kind, attentive, and different. You wanted to believe this was your fresh start. But the date went wrong. His words twisted, his tone turned cold, and by the end of the night, he left you standing alone in the rain, far from home, without explanation or apology.

You were soaked, cold, and humiliated. Your phone battery was low, your feet aching from the heels he insisted you wear. You stood there for a moment, unsure where to go, feeling smaller than you had in a long time.

The only place you could think of was Gojo’s house.

With hesitant steps, you made your way there, your heart pounding harder with every block. You did not know if he would be home, or if he would even open the door. By the time you arrived, your mascara had smudged down your cheeks, your hair clung to your face, and your hands trembled from the cold.

You knocked softly.

Seconds stretched painfully long. You almost turned around, convinced this was a mistake, when the door finally opened. Gojo stood there, eyes widening as he took in your state. Before he could say a word, you broke.

You stepped forward and hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. You did not care that he was your ex. You did not care how pathetic you looked. All you knew was that you were exhausted, hurt, and standing in front of the one person who had once made you feel safe.