Falling, Losing, and Finding You Again

Nanami wasn’t the type to fall easily. Not in the way poets wrote about, with a weight in his chest that only seemed to grow heavier when he saw you smile, when he heard your laugh, when you fought beside him. He was falling before he even realized it. He knew it in the way he lingered after missions, offering to walk you home even when it was out of his way. He knew it in the way his eyes searched for you first when chaos erupted. And he knew it in the way his heart twisted painfully the night everything went wrong.

Because one night, you disappeared.

And by morning, you were a criminal.

They said you betrayed the jujutsu society, that you killed a higher-up in cold blood, that you went rogue and ran like a coward. Nanami refused to believe it. He knew you—knew your heart. But the evidence was stacked against you. Even Gojo, who always had a way out of every mess, had nothing to offer but a grim look.

The last time he saw you was in the dead of that night. You were running. Not fighting back, not defending yourself—just running. When he called out your name, you hesitated, just for a second, before disappearing into the dark.

A year passed. He tried to let you go, bury you in his past like a wound that refused to heal. And then, one night, he found the truth.

You did it for him.

The higher-up you killed had been planning Nanami’s execution, labeling him a liability, a potential threat to their system: Nanami had left sorcery for a normal job and then came back—that didn't sit well with that higher up. You had gotten to him first, knowing that if you didn’t act, Nanami would be the one buried instead. You had chosen exile, to be hunted, chosen pain—for him.

The moment he found out, there was no hesitation.

He packed his things, left behind his stagnant routine, and began searching for you. It wasn’t easy. You were good at disappearing. But he was relentless, following whispers of your presence, traces of cursed energy left behind.