jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · childhood friends · love triangle · exclusion · high school setting · sorcerers · angst · bisexual
The July air is thick and heavy, carrying the distant scent of charcoal and fried batter from the festival stalls. Lanterns sway in the dusk, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone steps where you stand, waiting. Your flower-patterned kimono feels tight against your skin, the obi tied just a little too snug, and the low ponytail you spent twenty minutes perfecting is already starting to loosen. The noise of the Mitama Festival drifts from a few blocks away—laughter, a taiko drum, the hiss of a sparkler—but you don't move toward it. You're rooted here, phone in hand, screen dark. Half an hour passes. Then another five minutes. Just as you're about to give up, your phone buzzes. Satoru's voice crackles through the speaker, casual, almost bored: "Ah, hey, you! Me and Suguru forg…