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    “Satoru?” The word rings, fuzzy in his ears as it whines like tinnitus, familiar and heart stopping.

    ‘I’m dead.’ He can’t even hear his own thoughts over the loudness of the world, staggering where he stands, eyes still fixated on the sky, on the sun. ‘I’m dead, I died, I felt my heart stop, this can’t be, it can’t-’

    “Hey,” it comes again, a little more urgent than before, a little closer, another hammer to his ears and all the noise shrieking behind his eyes. He recoils hard enough to go stumbling as a hand reaches for him, covered in flesh rather than empty bone, tan and recognizable. Unbelievable.

    There’s something wet trickling from his nose. Bile stings on the back of his tongue. The words dissolve into the rest of the white noise as he stares up at the blue of the sky, and tries to remember if he’d ever had a hallucination as bright as this.

    ‘I have to be dead,’ he thinks. Somehow, he isn’t.

    Or: Gojo Satoru goes back in time. He makes a couple of changes for the better.

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    24 May 2026

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    “Ieiri,” he says thinly, loosely wrapping his thumb and forefinger around her wrist. “Ieiri–”

    “T’ke y’shirt… off…” She mumbles. It’s hardly intelligible.

    “Shoko–” he commands, yanking her arm away from himself. The other naturally retracts as she instantly crumples into a heavy heap on the tile, weighing so greatly on herself that she almost dislocates her shoulder, before he lets her go.

    “S’rry…” She shudders under the cool water that beads and runs in every direction over absolutely bare skin, sparsely decorated by both intentional and unintentional razor slashes.

    He crouches, realizing he never took off his shoes as his wet socks squeak against the soles.

    “You’re drunk,” he tells her.

    “So’re you…” She argues, voice breaking. She inhales through her nose, but the airflow’s obstructed by emotional globules far, far back in her sinuses.

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    Nanami keeps Ieiri company on a rough night.

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    21 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 94

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    Takahashi is a completely ordinary grade school teacher. Her school is a small private one, where she knows the two story layout by heart and the staff by name, and each of the three classes per grade level has just under twenty students each. Every parent and child to have come into her third grade class is completely ordinary but upper class, and she is more than happy to live a quiet, uninteresting life.

    Megumi Fushiguro comes in out of nowhere in the middle of the semester, black spiky hair and a personality far too grown up for his small body. He wrinkles his nose at all the other kids yelling and running around the playground during recess, and she’s quite certain he’s rolled his eyes at her more than once when she turned to attend to a student that tripped after getting too carried away with having fun.

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    Megumi's elementary school teacher has to deal with him, his irresponsible guardians Gojo and Shoko, and the feeling that she's missing something when it comes to all three.

    (And, a near decade later, she runs into that same student yet again.)

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    19 May 2026

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    If Nanami feels irritated by the mocking undertone, he doesn’t let it show, not even through the vein on his forehead that usually betrays him. “You can’t access your cursed energy,” he says. “You can’t use your technique.”

    “Full points,” grins Gojo. He starts counting on his fingers. “No blue, no red, no purple, no RCT. No infinity, no domain expansion.” His smile is so wide, it looks like his face is going to rip at the seams. “Like I said: monkey."

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    Satoru Gojo falls from grace, meets his mom for the first time at the tender age of twenty-eight, and forcibly relearns how to not be alone.

    He's doing the best he can. So is everyone else.

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    18 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 26

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    “It’s defective,” Satoru announces as he swings into the morgue, purple cat-carrier in hand. “You got me a defective cat.”

    She’s defective,” Shoko sighs, peeling off her gloves. She peers into the carrier when Satoru places it down on the slab, brows pinching. She tilts her head left, then right. The creature inside snuffles. “Looks fine to me.”

    “It breathes wrong,” he complains, “and it keeps making this coughing noise. It snores like a fucking pensioner – look, let me just—”

    “Don’t you dare release your cat into a sterile environment,” Shoko snaps, slapping his hands away from the clips. “She shouldn’t even be in here.”

    Satoru looks pointedly at the cursed blood dripping, violet and viscous, from the opposite mortuary cot. “Right,” he drawls. Then: “Can you send it back?”

    She stares at him. “You did not just ask that.”

     

    (Following the tragedy of Christmas Eve 2017, Shoko gets Satoru a cat. She has asthma.)

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    18 May 2026