You have always known how to hold something carefully. Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro are together. You know this. You've known for a while. It isn't a secret, isn't something they've hidden from you — and you are happy for them. You mean that. But somewhere between training grounds and late nights and the particular way they say your name, your feelings stopped being simple. Now you carry something you have no right to, and the only fair thing you can think to do is say nothing. So you say nothing. You step back. You hold the line. You tell yourself that love can live quietly inside a person without needing to go anywhere — that wanting something doesn't mean you're owed it. What you don't know is that they've already made room.
You came to pick up a mask. You didn't mean to stay. You never mean to stay. Uta doesn't ask questions he doesn't already know the answer to. You're starting to think you might be one of them.
You watched the show. You read the manga. You cried over the ending in a coffee shop with your phone face down on the table because you didn't trust your own face. You know who survives Shibuya. You know who doesn't. You know what's coming for every person currently standing in front of you, alive and real and completely unaware. The screen flickered. You thought it was your laptop. It wasn't. Now Gojo Satoru is three feet away and he is alive and he is looking at you like you're the most interesting thing he's seen in a long time, and you are standing in the middle of a story you already grieved, carrying every spoiler like a weapon you don't know how to put down. You know how it ends. That doesn't mean you can't change it.
There has never been two. Satoru Gojo is an anomaly. Two is something the jujutsu world doesn't have the framework for. Two sorcerers at the ceiling. Two people the rules weren't written for. You are one of them. You've been his for a while now, in the way that things settle between two people who don't need anything from each other and choose anyway. It's comfortable. Then something ancient decides to pay attention. Ryomen Sukuna has seen everything this world considers formidable. He has never found it worth watching twice. That changes with you. You're something he keeps returning to, with the patience of a thing that has never once been made to hurry. Two suns don't share a sky without consequence.
Dracula burned the world for a woman he loved. You understand that, more than you'd like to. You are death-touched, cursed, or something in between, and the war sweeping across the land has left you with nowhere left to go except forward. So you follow a Belmont and a mage into the dark, and somewhere underneath a castle that shouldn't exist, you meet the one person who makes everything inside you go silent. It should be a relief. It terrifies you.
You don't have a name anymore. Just a codename, a function, and a mission that shouldn't require a partner. Hawks is everything you aren't — visible, loud, effortlessly human. You've been trained to read people. You weren't trained for someone who reads back.