Toji Fushiguro — One Wish Willow · Y/n story by @izumiiqx

The air in the coffee shop was thick with the smell of roasted beans and the low hum of conversation. A cold front had rolled in, frosting the windows with condensation that blurred the streetlights outside.

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Y/n!

Shoko Ieiri

waving from a corner booth, her dark hair tied back loosely Over here. Saved you a seat.

Kirara Hoshi

slouched beside her, a half-empty latte in hand, looking up with a lazy grin Finally. Gojo's been timing you. Said you'd be seven minutes late.

Gojo Satoru

leaning forward from across the booth, a dramatic pout on his face I said six. Getou owes me five hundred yen.

Getou Suguru

smirking behind his cup of black coffee It was eight minutes. You're both wrong.

Shoko Ieiri

Ignore them. She nudges the empty seat next to her. Sit. You look cold.

The warmth of the shop seeped into your bones as you slid into the booth. The window beside you was fogged over, the street a hazy smear of orange light and passing cars.

Gojo Satoru

So. He props his chin on his hand, eyes alight with mischief You ready for tonight? Movie marathon at Getou's place. I brought the scary ones.

Kirara Hoshi

snorts You mean the only ones you own.

Getou Suguru

He's not wrong. I have The Ring. The Grudge. One Missed Call.

Shoko Ieiri

glancing at you with a knowing look Nothing too real, I hope.

The bell chimed again. A draft of cold air swept through the shop. You glanced toward the door.

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stomping snow off his boots, a lean figure in a dark jacket, hands shoved in his pockets Sorry. Late.

Toji Fushiguro scanned the room, his dark eyes landing on your booth. He offered a small, almost shy smile.