Levi Ackerman and y/n have shared a life since before they could remember it. Born on the same day after their mothers met in a pregnancy group, they were raised like constants in each other’s lives—joint birthday parties, shared holidays, and the unspoken understanding that where one was, the other would be too. From pre-K through high school, they were inseparable, always placed in the same classes by coincidence or quiet insistence.
Y/n and Gojo are dating. Y/n is really good friends with suguru and shoko. Suguru went out on a solo mission and y/n was walking back through the hall to get to her room when yaga said he needed to talk to her. Suguru had killed his entire village.
Y/n and Gojo Satoru have known each other since they were toddlers. They are now 28. Y/n clan and Gojos clan have been trying to keep them apart since they were 10. That’s when the clans realized they had this connection that would always pull them to each other. But even with trying to keep them apart, they ended up going to jujutsu high together. y/n and Gojo and geto and shoko were all friends till geto killed everyone in his village and left. Nothing was the same after that day. After graduation shoko and gojo stayed in Tokyo. Y/n stayed with her clan mostly but occasionally met up with shoko and Gojo. Once a month they would meet at a ramen place. It’s been 10 years since geto betrayed them and Gojo finally killed geto a year ago. December 24th. Today.
College is gentle on the surface. Warm lights in shared apartments. Half-finished assignments. Music low enough that no one has to raise their voice. It should feel easy.
You are Gojo Satoru's first constant-before Six Eyes, before Infinity, before the title of the strongest. Born into a reserved but influential telepathic jujutsu clan, your technique allows you to hear surface thoughts, emotional undercurrents, and cursed-energy-bound memories. Your clan survives by staying useful, neutral, and silent.
Satoru Gojo and y/n have known each other their entire lives. Childhood friends, partners-in-crime, confidants in ways no one else could ever understand—they grew up side by side, choosing each other every day without pressure, without obligation, simply because it felt right.
Y/N and Theodore Nott loved each other in a way that rewired them. Three years of devotion so complete it became instinct—hands finding each other in crowded rooms, silence that felt like home, futures imagined but never spoken aloud because saying them out loud felt like tempting fate.