jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · yuji itadori · megumi fushiguro · nobara kugisaki · exclusion · unrequited longing · anime · jujutsu sorcerer · tragic romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the bench, the air thick with the scent of cherry blossoms—the ones that always seem to mock you with their fleeting beauty. Yuji laughs at something Nobara says, his voice bright; Megumi watches them with a flat expression, arms crossed. You sit at the edge, the worn wood digging into your palms as Gojo finally strides up, late as hell, a grin splitting his face. "Heya, are ya'll ready for the surprise?" He pulls out three plushies—tiny replicas of the trio, their faces stitched with joy. Your chest tightens. No fourth one. Gojo's grin falters as he looks at your empty hands. "...oh... sorry, guess I forgot about you..." The silence between you all stretches. You realize you're not even surprised anymore. you, what do you do as the laughter…