#sunelia

I believe he would like taking many pictures of your child or the three of you, because making memories appears to be extremely important for him.

The two of them would constantly be drained out after doing specific activities together (playground games, diy paper crafts...) and would be resting starfish style in your shared room, which was the cutest sight ever.

He would always pat your child’s hair for fun or cup his face squeezing his cheeks.

He can't stop raising his thumbs up. It's like his own signature or secret code with your kid when he leaves the house, drops him at school or even when he tells him good night.

Geto:

He has such an outgoing and caring side around his child during unique activities such as huge karaoke sessions in the living room, or rounds of board games on the floor.

He would also be a calm and attentive dad, ready to do anything to make sure his child is happy.

We all know he is 100% a girl dad!

I think he loves flowers and wouldn't hesitate to buy some for his child and bring them alongside snacks after picking him up from school.

He'd keep his kid's homemade bouquet (grass mixed with dandelions picked in the school's playground) as long as he can and would put it in a tiny glass or jar at home.

Gives the most genuine and reassuring hugs!

He's also the one who will most often help with his homework, and you'll always see them on the living room table or in your child's room studying together.

He loves him some self care time and enjoys doing your child's hair, or the other way around.

Nanami:

He would be the most precious and protective dad ever!

Would also def be a girl dad.

Will always spoil your child with lots of love and gifts and wants to make sure he has everything he needs.

He loves to share his passion for cooking. You'll often find them cooking together, baking cakes and even making pastries.

He's very responsible and will do his best to keep your child safe.

I think he would be the type to volunteer as an accompanying adult on school field trips.

Gives helpful tips and enjoys hearing about his child's day at school or his interests.

He has a fairly unimpressive face most of the time, but when his child is around, he becomes completely soft and flashes the widest, warmest smile!

Enjoys family time in the finest restaurants or by simply watching cartoons on the couch with a comfortable blanket and sweet treats!

He’ll always take the time to read a bedtime story.

That’s my own lil fantasy but i love to picture nanami teaching his kid about constellations and the mysteries of space.

Weekends are a particularly sacred time for Nanami and I. It's a secret moment between our souls, finally reunited after a week at work, a night out with friends, or just spending time recharging all alone. Weekends give us the opportunity to relax and spend quality time together without having to worry about anything. Even though we are married, we still learn new things about each other. We take time to admire, touch, and get to know each other better.

Usually, we spend our weekends at our apartment or outside doing little trips or dates. Today we decided to stay cozy in bed and enjoy each other's warmth. We cherish these sweet moments when the light of the sunrise streams into the room through the blinds. The sun brushes over our shoulders, keeping us warm and providing energy for our plants in the back corner of the room. I usually wake up before Nanami and either stay on my phone or read a book, waiting for him to wake up. He always lies on his stomach like a starfish. His body takes up a considerable amount of space on the bed however, I have the awesome ability to use his back or legs as pillows...I also have more room to cuddle.

A few strands of blond hair were covering his face. His right arm was resting under his pillow, while his left arm was spread all over the bed. The soft light of the sunrise cast a few honey-colored highlights on his hair and skin. His face seemed relaxed, his torso rising and falling calmly. He looks so vulnerable and adorable in this position. His white t-shirt was slightly pulled up, contrasting with his blue pajama pants. I wouldn't change anything for this view. I close my book, place it on the bedside table, and position myself on the side so that I'm facing his face. I cannot help but remove the few strands of hair that covers his face so that I can stroke his cheek and kiss his nose gently. This simple gesture woke him up. He slightly opens his eyes and turns around to face me. He rested his head on his hand while the other grabbed my waist and pulled me as close to his body as possible. His face was only inches from mine. He smiled at me, taking the time to look at me while gently stroking my waist with his hand.

"Good morning, sweetheart.” he said in his half-awaked voice as he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"I slept very well, knowing we were starting our weekend," he said with a laught. He continued, "Have you been up for a while?"

"Just for half an hour, I took the opportunity to read a chapter of my book and watch you sleep."

He teased, "Are you watching me sleeping?"

I nonchalantly put my hand all over his face and gently pushed it.

"Not that I like you, but I just wanted to see if you were breathing properly, that's all." I replied, blushing nervously.

He smiled. Outwardly, Nanami seemed to be reserved and impassive. In reality, there's a funny, teasing, compassionate man hiding beneath this facade.

"I love you too.” he replied, hugging me.

I took the time to close my eyes and enjoy the moment that united our affection. It's comforting to be with Nanami because I feel loved and safe. One of his hands continued to softly stroke my back, while the other caressed my cheek. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this delicate moment. I opened my eyes again and took the initiative to plant a kiss on his lips. From that moment on, our eyes never left each other's.

As if caught in a hurry, Nanami kissed me in return. This kiss was stronger and reflected a greater desire. As we continued to exchange sweet kisses, he slowly positioned himself on top of me. His hands wandered over my neck, my face, and then my hips. I held his face with both hands to deepen the kiss. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hand began to explore my body under the fabric that covered it. We were out of breath and stopped for a moment. Both his and mine were filled with lust. All it took was one look to continue our make-out session and enjoy this intimate moment together. The loving touches and kisses became more and more intimate, leaving our bodies hot. The only sounds coming from the room were soft moans and sloppy kisses.

"My love, do you want to carry on?" He asks.

"Y-yes," I replied.

He smiled, stood up, and took off his shirt. The sun caressed his peach skin, his face was full of love and passion, making me want to cherish this sweet morning together more.

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We're in the heart of autumn, mid-November. The remaining vibrant leaves were slipping from the branches of the trees, blending with their dull counterparts on the ground. The rain is pounding down hard cleaning and preparing the ground for winter.

My heart was heavy as I prepared to see my boyfriend Geto. We've been together for three years now, three years filled with laughter, happiness, tears, and love. Everything seemed to be going well, at least from my perspective. Our future held so many promises, reaffirming our commitment to each other. But everything changed with a single message.

Geto texted me, asking to meet up at his place saying, "We need to talk, please come by at 7p.m." The type of message that most people feared and makes your heart sink was sitting in my inbox. I was so taken aback that it left me speechless.

As if on autopilot, I made my way to my room to prepare. I gently touched the silver ring on my finger, a concerned expression on my face. With a trembling hand, I grabbed my bag and slowly opened the door of my apartment, ready to leave.

Before I locked the door, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds, knowing that when I returned, I would be a completely different person.

The journey seemed long, tiring, and nerve-wracking. Rain poured down on my black coat as the sky turned darker. The warmth of my hood contrasted with the cold of the water and the wind on my face.

I finally reached Geto's building and dialed his name on the intercom. A repetitive sound echoed until it was suddenly interrupted by Geto.

"It's me." I replied.

"It’s open." he said.

As the door to the building swung open, my heart started pounding rapidly. Every step I took seemed to echo loudly, turning what should have been a short stroll to the second floor into a challenging climb up a mountain. The emptiness around me only intensified the impact of each step.

When I finally made it to his floor, I found his apartment door wide open and him leaning against it. I gave him a little smile, which he returned. I couldn't decipher his expression.

"Come in." he said as I stepped into the living room, guided by his hand resting on the small of my back.

"One latte I guess?" He suggested as I took off my coat.

"Yes, I'd like that please."

I sat down on his couch and looked around. Nothing seemed to have changed since my last visit. I heard the sound of the dishwasher and the coffee machine. Geto came out of the kitchen holding my coffee. He carefully placed it on the table and sat down facing me.

There’s a long moment of silence.

Something had changed in the air. The atmosphere was heavy and electric at the same time. A weight seemed to rest on my shoulders, compressing my lungs, almost suffocating me. I felt like I was being sucked into the sofa, like I was falling into the void. The only source of warmth that could calm me was the cup of coffee. But I could tell what it was by the look on his face. It was soft, sad and yet firm.

"y/n I-"

I stopped him.

"I think I know what you're getting at." I said with a sad smile.

He didn't react at all.

I continued. "Your fleeing eyes, this sudden message... I know you well Geto."

He took a deep breath and reached for my hand.

"I am not happy anymore, I know I have so much affection for you y/n, but this feeling is not as deep as love anymore."

My heart was beating faster and my eyes were watering. I couldn't speak, but so many thoughts flooded my mind. Looking at his hand, I noticed that he was no longer wearing the promise ring we had exchanged weeks ago. His finger was free, ready to move forward, ready to receive another person's precious promises.

Pulling my hand away from him triggered feelings of anger and sadness. I could not stop the silent tears from falling down my cheeks. He looked devastated as his eyes filled with tears too.

"How long have you felt like this Geto?"

"Several weeks."

I see, he must have felt trapped in this relationship.

"I'm sorry y/n, so sorry. I couldn't keep my promise…" he said, tears streaming down his face.

I took the beautiful ring off my finger and placed it in the palm of his hand, which I then closed.

"Thanks for telling me, I hope you’ll find what you're looking for."

He took me in his arms. I couldn't stop my tears as I laid my head on his shoulder. I could hear him crying too as he stroked my head like the old days.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, then, I decided to take my hands off him. I took one last look at his delicate eyes, his lips, his pointy nose, his long beautiful black hair.

"I have to go, Geto." I said, my face just inches from his.

"I know, I just can't let you go."

"You said you wanted to end it, please don't hurt me any more." I begged, my voice trembling.

He nodded and let me get up, gather my things and speak to him one last time.

"Take care of yourself." I said.

He cried. "Take care of yourself too y/n."

I slammed the door and ran down the stairs at a rapid speed. The rain on my face mixed with my tears as I walked away from the building. It finally hit me that three years of happiness had now faded away just like the dead leaves of autumn.

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Dearest soul, or whoever's listening, allow me to tell you a story that happened many years ago.

I recall it as if it was yesterday. I was 14 years old, and my parents and I were home on a Friday evening. We were having a wonderful movie night, and the atmosphere was very warm. I even enjoyed a bowl of caramel popcorn! It was pouring heavily outside, and the wind was blowing hard against the windows of our house by the harbor. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal. As the evening went on, the rain intensified and gradually turned into a storm, which made me shiver. We started to pay less attention to the film. My mom was trying to calm me down while my father stood in front of the window, looking at a powerful wave that was threatening the coastline. I was stunned. Nature is powerful and ferocious, and at the same time, this wave exuded a certain poetry and a feeling of inner peace. I always felt a strong connection to the ocean. I am the last person leaving the water after a beach day. I am constantly dreaming of being a mermaid and continuously gaze at the ocean as if it were calling me.

The wave continued its trajectory and struck the massive rock situated in the center of the ocean. The water struck it from above with such force that the center of the rock was left carved. While the storm continued to express itself in the sky, a great deal of debris flew away from the centerpiece and disappeared into the depths of the ocean.

At the sight of this scene, my father decided to gather some bags and move away from the harbor in order to be safe. This was a very sudden decision for my mother and I, but we soon realized that we needed to get to a safer place. The thunder rumbled, the lights on the poles were starting to blink, and the rain poured down as we walked towards the car. My mom was scared of losing everything she and my dad had worked hard for. She rushed me into the car while my dad packed a few bags containing our personal belongings into the trunk before setting off to my grandparents' house far from the coast.

As we drove away, the house became smaller and smaller. The ocean was still expressing itself, while the rain eventually lulled me to sleep.

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10 a.m. We were having breakfast at my grandparents' house. Dad had turned on the TV, showing the main channel and news report about last night's storm. We could see our neighbors affected by the storm and our house in the distance. It seemed to be holding up well, even though the windows and the fence were damaged. I was quite stunned by this situation. I was sitting in the living room on my chair, stirring hot chocolate in my hands, thinking about what had happened last night. I wasn't paying attention to the noise behind me, which was mainly my parents planning what to do when we got home and my grandparents doing their best to reassure them. I could only focus on my heartbeat, the blanket covering my shoulders rubbing at the slightest movement, and the warmth of my drink brushing my nose, contrasting with this cold shiver on my body. I suppose last night's cold rain had something to do with it. This sudden silence comforted me; it felt like I was transported somewhere else. I closed my eyes and cherished the moment. I imagined myself sinking into the water; it was such a pleasant feeling that I almost felt carried away.

" y/n?"

"y/n??"

"y/n, you look pale; are you okay?"

My mother's voice caught me off guard. I could hear her in the distance but couldn't open my eyes. She insisted again and again till I awoke, feeling as if I'd taken my very first breath.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the last 5 minutes. Oh, you poor thing, you're so cold." she replied while touching my forehead with the palm of her hand.

"I'm okay, I think? I'm a little tired."

"Go get some sleep in our room kiddo, your parents told us you were leaving in the afternoon." my grandfather said, smiling at me. I smiled back at him and headed to their bedroom, secretly hoping to experience that feeling all over again.

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Time passed, it was practically the end of the afternoon, and we were on our way home. One by one, the light poles lit up as we arrived in the neighborhood. The damages caused by the storm were, fortunately, not very serious. Some neighbors were repairing or cleaning up their homes. I caught the gaze of my friend Lyana on the way and waved at her from the car. She was holding some bags and dropped them immediately to wave back at me. We're still as close as ever.

Our car finally parked in front of our house, relieved that we had not suffered as much damage as the houses closer to the ocean. My parents were still quite frustrated with the amount of cleaning we had to do. We took advantage of the evening to tape up our broken windows for a semblance of privacy and warmth, and we cleaned up the broken glass and water that had seeped into the entrance. The cleanup session ended way to late in the evening, and we enjoyed a pizza we'd ordered surrounded by garbage bags.

I woke up next morning with a few aches and pains. Cleaning up the mess around the house was exhausting! I was happy to be home, but all I wanted to do was put on a pair of shoes and run toward what the ocean had become after the storm. I couldn't forget yesterday's feelings. But in order to make it to the beach, I had to ask one of my parents to come with me. Mom was going to a friend of hers who lived nearby. My father was the only person I could go with. I needed to convince him. I stood in front of him and put on my best smile. The negotiations went pretty well!He was unable to contain his curiosity either, as the weather was ideal and the water calm.

"Let's go see it!" he said

We ended up walking along the beach, our feet caressing the sand. My attention immediately turned to the once-imposing rock, which appeared to be quite flat. Don't get me wrong, it still had some height, but it was much more willing to accommodate a folding chair! Great news for the little adventurous girl I was before! The only issue was that the flattened rock did not seem to be easily accessible, even by swimming. You absolutely had to have a boat or a jet ski to get there. Anyway, my family and I couldn't afford these… and why would anyone go there on their own free will?

"Do you think we could get there one day dad?"

"Unfortunately, I don't see how we could get there. The ocean can be dangerous you saw that days before. It would be better to stay by the water, for our safety."

I remember looking at him with such sadness and disappointment.

Since I was not the type to disobey my parents' orders, I didn't talk about it again for several weeks. My curiosity has never ceased to grow since that moment. Whenever I could, I went to the beach to watch it from afar. Naturally, I made numerous attempts asking my parents to take us there, but they refused.

I kept thinking about going there despite the years passing. The refusals just kept coming and the following storms that hit the coast didn't help reassuring my parents at all. When I was 19 years old, I decided to stop listening to them and follow my own rules. I was dealing with personal issues and needed a change of scenery. Regardless of the risk, I needed to take refuge in a place where I would be alone and where I could feel heard, this rock was just what I needed at the moment.

"And here we are one year after, I know I keep talking about this story over and over again and I feel like you could get tired of hearing about it, but in a way it shaped the person I am today and it shaped you, my happy place."

I muttered as I keep writing in my journal, sitting on the rock that was carved years ago.

This safe place was too far from the coast and too inaccessible for people to find. I've always used Lyana's family's small boat to get here. She is the only one who knows I venture out into the ocean, not even my parents. However, she did not feel the need to talk to me about it and respects my boundaries. I'll always appreciate her kindness, her discretion and friendship, even though she's always worried about the journey to get here or the fact that I spend way too much time here. I try to avoid going out there often enough to risk getting caught, so I alternate my visits depending on university days or the weather. I make excuses and hide there at the end of the day or on weekends. I have always been able to maintain this pace, but now I will have to double my efforts, starting these first summer days. It was finally time to rest and forget about the pressure of school, family or heart problems, and all these scary questions about my future for the next four months.

I close my diary and place it on my folding chair. I decided to lay down on the rock with my face close to the water, my hand gently caressing and playing with it. I was humming a few notes of a song I enjoyed, which is perfectly suited for summer. I cherish these simple moments of life. For a few moments, I close my eyes, savoring the sounds of nature all around me. The sound of the water rushing calmly over the rock or the dancing wind is truly a blissful moment.

*sound of splashing water*

"Don't tell me the ocean's decided to get angry, what's that noise? "

I pause and gaze upwards towards the horizon.

"Mmmmh, weird, the water's still calm."

*repetitive sound of splashing water*

I felt the coolness of the water hit my back as soon as the noise started again.

"OH F*CK!"

Is the ocean slowly waking up? Is someone out there playing a sick joke on me? Impossible!

I keep gazing at the many corners of the rock, ready to protect myself from whatever is coming my way. I was surprised to see this thin, shiny, peach-colored material hidden behind a corner of the rock. The material looked like a piece of plastic and reflected the sunlight. I decided to walk slowly in the direction of this strange material when it suddenly disappeared.

"Probably a fish or plastic waste" I thought to myself.

*another sound of splashing water*

I can hear the sound of water once more. Some droplets landed on my knees. Something strange is definetely going on...

I got up and made my way over to where the water was coming from. I bend over in the direction of the noise and meet the soft face of a boy with orange hair. We both looked surprised, neither of us could move or even say anything. It was like time froze. His brown eyes were honey-colored by the sun; his hair was shining; and his forehead was gently covered with water beads. Yeah that’s honestly kinda dreamy…

I woke myself up and stepped back surprised, as if I was suddenly unable to think or speak. I heard the sound of the water moving and saw the boy lift himself off the rock using his strong arms. I could see his torso, his legs seemed to be floating in the water. I had so many questions in my head. How did he get here? Am I the only one who knows about this place? He is kinda handsome? Has he heard me talking and groaning about my life over the past hour?

The boy spoke up before I could say anything.

He said, smiling shyly, "I apologize for bothering you, I didn't think anyone else went near that rock."

"You tell me! I thought the same! Have you been coming to this place for a long time?" I asked him while approaching the edge of the rock.

His voice had a lot of hesitation in it, as if he was hiding something. He stepped back and sank his body deeper into the water.

I moved closer to him "I've never seen you before."

"Well, I'm just being discreet, that's all. You've got something in your hair, haha." he says nervously.

I ran one of my hands over my hair as I continued to stare at him.

"Thank you for telling me, but I don't have anything." I said, bending over to get even more closer. "You must be veeeeeery discreet then… I come here almost every day, I should have bumped into you, couldn't I?"

He backed away (or swam away) while coming up with inaudible excuses. I spotted the peach-colored material from earlier, now tied around his waist. My curiosity drove me to lean over and get a closer look at the captivating color. I moved closer to him again, until our faces were near each other.

"I-I should go, I've left my boat on the other side a-!"

He barely had time to finish his sentence before I fell headfirst towards him. Suddenly, I found myself submerged in the water, trying to see what was happening below. It seemed i was holding on to the boy's arm. I f*cking hate myself so bad for being dumb and curious! I might have hurt him!

I could still see the peach-colored material in the water that looked way more impressive than when it was on the rock. I was amazed and quite disturbed when I realized the material was suddenly attached to the boy's torso. My eyes widened under the water as I rose to the surface as quickly as possible. I took a deep breath and glanced around, eager to find him.

It was a dream, wasn't it? It had to be his surfboard...right?

Wake up y/n WHO swims that fast on a surfboard to stay on a f*cking lost rock in the middle of the ocean? This liar didn’t even get here by boat!

The boy suddenly vanished, as if he had been swallowed by the deep water. I frantically moved my arms and legs to keep myself from sinking, like a baby's first attempt at swimming.

"Hey! Where are you? Are you alright? "I'm really sorry if I hurt you when I fell." I yelled.

No response at all.

"Hey! "Are you there?"

My voice echoed in the air, still nothing.

I saw in the distance what appeared to be the boy plunging his entire body into the water. What surprised me was the peach material taking the form of a tail following him as he dived into the water. It blew my mind. My brain is playing tricks on me, isn't it? Did I just see a fish-man, well... a mermaid talking to me and swimming in the water?

I climbed back and decided to stay on the rock for another half hour, ready to await his return. The sun began to set, revealing its final hues. Unfortunately, it seemed that the boy had left for good. I decided to head home since it was getting late, but my gut feeling told me to come back the next day and wait for a sign in hope of meeting him again.

disclaimer: hi everyone im back with another x reader hope you liked this first chapter! really sorry for being inactive for quite A WHILE but i was loosing my mind with school and personnal stuff and needed to rot in my bed whenever i can lol

shout out to my friend @periluvr for finding the name of this fanfiction (our love for barbie in a mermaid tale is HUGE lmao). Please check her amazing writings!!

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As you get up to fetch your meal, you come across the small wood table in which where was a box covered by a little bit of dust, cute stickers and a Polaroid sticking out of it. You instantly knew what was inside and couldn’t stop your hand from reaching for it. You take the box and place it on your couch then set off to get your noodles. Back on your couch, the smell and steam of the noodles fills your nose as the moon illuminates the room with a bath of light. You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself and blow the lid of the box before opening it. You take and turn the Polaroid over so that the photo is hidden. Inside the box were notes from your high school friends, a collection of interchangeable erasers in the shape of animals or people, and a bunch of other Polaroids. Pictures of you and your friends in all sorts of situations, but also photos of him, smiling next to you. You take a short break, eat your noodles, and realize you've opened Pandora's box.

You lie down on the sofa and take the photo you turned over a few minutes earlier. It was the most meaningful photo of the two of you you kept everyday on your phone and you remembered exactly how you'd put it back in the box that afternoon when he broke up with you, tears streaming down your cheeks. Since that day, you hadn't touched it again.

You take the photo in your hand and plunge years back in time to that day when you were ice skating. It was your way of expressing yourself, of sharing emotions that no words could describe. Geto always appreciated the way you danced, the fluidity and delicacy that emanated from your movements. When you started dating and throughout your relationship, you introduced him to your passion, even though he didn't really know how to stand on ice, he made the effort to enter your world. You spent many moments on ice, you were holding him back from falling, laughing to the point where your stomachs would hurt. It was a bubble the two of you shared and the best moments you spent with him. That photo was taken by the lovely rink cleaner, Geto was holding on your waist while you were making bunny ears behind his head, both of you enjoying the moment. He was looking at you with so much love. This was the hardest picture you possessed because it showed how intimate he was for you to open up about your world.

You let out a huge sigh and turn off the TV. The same pain you felt back years ago was still there. Even when you both parted ways, even when you left the country to grow strong and live a new life, it was still there. Your hand unconsciously stroked the photo as you realize your gesture. Despite all the anger and pain you felt towards him, you couldn't stop carrying him in your heart, wondering why he'd cut you out of his life the moment he felt so lonely, loosing his subtle smile, dark circles under his eyes. You wondered if he was well surrounded, if he had eaten, and sometimes you thought about being ever included in his true ideal. It was enough for your poor mind, you let the box remain opened as you started to walk in your bedroom, wiping your silent tears.

Morning came fast, you were still saddened by last night. As you walk past the sofa, you close the lid of the box.

“Nah! Not today sir” you mumbled.

Today’s plan was to go out to buy some groceries, and so you did, but you also had to meet someone. You were still close with old friends like Satoru Gojo. He was Geto’s most trusted friend and best companion. You both kept in touch after Geto left, and he wanted to see how you were doing. But deep down, you knew he was going to tell you something important. And so, here you are talking with him at the highest point of the park.

“How was life outside?” Gojo asks

“It was nice i guess? I mean it did change me. I needed to go somewhere else i couldn’t bear to stay here. But thanks to that, i learned more about occult energy and trained really hard. Sleep, training, work, it became my new routine. I was staying at my father’s family home so i could work and pay the rent for my apartment here because i knew i would eventually come back i can’t just simply run away.” you let out a fainted smile

He looks at you, “But something was missing” he tells.

You looked back at him, he could read you like an open book, there was no need to lie to him and to yourself — “You know who was missing Gojo and i think you miss him too.”

He didn't answer, but deep down you knew he was as affected as you were. You handed him a cookie — which he took gently, letting out a tiny smile.

A brief not-so-awkward silence moment falls between you two. The winter wind gently blows through your hair.

“I still don’t understand why he left so suddenly, i knew he was going through something, that his mind began to change, i was there when he talked about it, when he felt so tired of consuming this energy, the taste of curse and anger was unbearable. I tried to comfort him, to be the person he could lean on, i thought everything was going well between us but he still left everyone behind including you and me.” — You paused. Gojo was silent, he knew you had to get this off your chest. You carry on — “I can’t blame him, I didn’t know exactly how he felt and he couldn’t be stopped either, he had already made up his mind and the mass killing attack was one of the most shocking news i could have heard. Love is so complicated, he became who he is and i still can’t forget his face, how close we were, the sweet moments between us, the pinky promises we’ve made. You know, he leaved me in front of the ice rink…” You take a deep breath a sad smile covering your face — “His face looked hurt and we were both crying, i’d like to think he did it because he knew i wasn’t following him into this path that maybe he wouldn’t want me to change. He was genuine that’s all i know.”

Gojo looked at you, he had to tell you in the classy “gojo way” style what happened when you were away, he had to prepare you for the news he was about to tell.

“You know I’m a teacher right?” He says. You nodded. He talked briefly about him being a teacher and having special students in his class when you had i'm on the phone before. You wondered what he was going to tell you but you sensed something was not right.

“As i've told you before, i’m teaching all i can know to my students. One of them possesses something…well, he is cursed by theory by a powerful spirit. Geto came back for this sole reason when he heard about it and tried to persuade him to join his new world. I think he he's searching for something else and i guess it's linked to my student’s cursed spirit. Little guy refused and didn't understand what Geto desired. He then threatened to unleash a huge amount of curses on several locations at the sundown of December 24th.”

You were utterly speechless as you gazed intently at Gojo, astonished by the news. Geto was still alive, which reassured you, but hearing your friend confirm your doubts was harder. The information finally entered your mind as you realized and told him panicking —

“B-but today’s the 24th??”

"I apologize for not calling you sooner, but we must be ready to face him and when i heard you were coming back, i needed you to be be strong enough. He won't give up, and we both recognize that he is unstoppable".

You hated when Gojo was right. You've been wishing to see your past lover one last time, and that day is approaching faster than you thought.

“Let me go with you.” You answered

He hesitated a second,he knew you wanted to see him and he couldn't do that right after what he just told you. He then agreed. He takes you to his students and all the school’s exorcists, ready to fight Geto's cursed spirits and his team. The sun was about to set, the rays of light were almost no longer prominent. It was time.

And so the Night Parade, a "war" began. You were with Gojo and the others the whole time while two of his student were somewhere else. After a long battle between Geto's allies and cursed spirits, Gojo realized that something was wrong and that the real battle wasn't here. He called out to you —

“If I'm not back in 20 minutes, come and join me at Tokyo Jujutsu High!” You nodded back in the middle of a fight. You were fighting as best as you can with your pole arm.

It has already been 20 minutes which meant you could finally join him in the battle. You run and jump throught the streets as fast as you can until you land in a silent alley. Blood stains were visible on the ground. A dangerous and difficult fight came to an end here. You arrived too late. You see Gojo far away and someone laying down on a wall, a severed arm laying next to the bleeding body. Not only that, but you knew who he was. Your body responded right away. You began to run until you were finally facing the man you loved.

Geto groans in pain and turns his head until he faces you and freezes of surprise. He couldn’t believe you were here, all changed, and more beautiful than ever. He thought you hated him when he broke up with you in front of your most meaningful place. He thought he did great by letting you go. Hurting you was the easiest way for him as he wanted to spare you from his new worldview.

You kneeled down, completely lost. You couldn’t believe that the cause of your rage, your suffering and also your love was on the verge of death.

“Not the best state and place to meet again don’t you think?” Geto tells with a fainted smile

You couldn’t hold the chuckle that left from your mouth. It seemed like anger and sorrows vanished instantly.

“I see that i still have my sense of humor.” he pauses “How are you?”

“I don’t know…you tell me. It’s kinda hard to meet someone you love in this situation you know?”

“I thought you hated me”

“I did…for some time, i think i wanted to hate you but i simply couldn’t.” — you continued, “You know, i still wished for a chance to meet you once again. I'm glad I got to see your face one last time, even though it wasn't under ideal circumstances..”

“My moral compass is broken. That would have been too selfish for me to keep you while i knew i would have hurt you one day, when i knew you disagreed with my thoughts.” — he tells you while his hand gently caresses your cheek. You hold onto his numb hand covered in blood. You were trying not to cry but you couldn’t stop the menacing tears that were already falling all over your face.

“I’m glad the stars gave me the opportunity to see you once again, y/n.”

“You were in pain, dealing with your own self and goals, and i really hope you’ll get to find what you wanted the most.” you cried

“I think i did” he smiled fondly at your figure

It was the same lovely smile you cherished dearly. The two of you sobbed. You both missed each other's presence. He tries to hug you but he’s in so much pain that it’s impossible for him to move. You lower down and hug him tightly, your face placed in the crook of his neck. His remaining arm brings you a tad closer to his bloody chest and the crimson puddle surrounding you, but you couldn’t care less. His hand strokes your hair and when your eyes meet he gently kisses you for the last time. It was a deep gesture that shared an infinite number of words and love.

Geto was becoming more and more unconscious, the blood never ceasing to emanate from his body. He knew he had to go, and you knew he had made up his mind. And so, he kissed your forehead and whispered “i love you” which you replied between two sobs “i love you too”.

This was Geto's final statement. His chest stopped moving, he was finally resting on your arms.

Gojo came from behind, his students were next to him. He saw the scene. He had to fight his best friend and that was a lot to take in for him too. You turn your head over him and nod to let him know Geto was no longer part of this world. He immediately understood your gesture and tried to smile back empathizing with you.

Coming back yesterday was the best decision you’ve made. You finally got your closure and a chance to move on. The stars listened to your request, you both were finally reunited one last time, united by destiny that day.

hope you had fun reading! (^_-) line divider Dodger blue by benkeibear