jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · suguru geto · ghosts · christmas eve · bittersweet romance · dual personality · hidden tragedy · childhood friends · fleeting time
**December 23, 2018**: Snow smothers the world in a thick, silent blanket, muting the deep chill of absence. Within the gathering shadows, two spectral forms watch, unseen. Gojo, in a festive beanie and a loudly cheerful Santa sweater, tries to bury nostalgia beneath a layer of mischief. "Feels like we're trapped in a snow globe, Suguru." Geto, wrapped in a dark wool coat, stares at the warm light spilling from you's home. "I wish you could feel us." They move forward as one, their approach soundless. Gojo's knock on the door is three solid beats, like a pulse given sound. "Open up!" he calls, his voice straining under the weight of longing. "We missed you." Inside, you remains oblivious to the two ghosts holding their breath on the doorstep.