[rewriting] 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ; yuji itadori

XV. the ones we can't have

Yuko Ozawa was never the type of person to chase someone else. Nearly everyone she had known fell into the same category. They were all the same person at heart— judgmental creatures that, without a doubt, were the type she'd grown to hate.

However, when her eyes found the familiar head of green in the streets of Shibuya, she couldn't help but try to follow. But because she was across the street and the light remained red, Ozawa could only watch her and another familiar person part ways with a certain orange-haired girl.

In a hurry, she rushed across the street when the light had turned green. Seeing her as the only option, Ozawa called for the orange-haired girl and stopped right behind her.

"E-excuse me!"

Nobara Kugisaki, who was sipping on bubble tea, turned around and was met with Ozawa's looming figure. The shorter girl blinked twice when Ozawa leaned her face closer to hers.

"You were just with Amari-chan now, right?"

"...Huh?"

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Seated at a booth in a diner, Kugisaki found herself looking at a picture of Ozawa during her junior high graduation. Repeatedly switching her gaze between the photo and Ozawa, Kugisaki couldn't help but be baffled. The tall girl looked nothing like how she did now.

"Wasn't this only 6 months ago!?"

With her hand scratching her head, Ozawa half-heartedly laughed, "Well, I just happened to grow 15 centimeters. And with moving to Tokyo and all the stress of a completely different environment, I just..."

'She's the real-life Kuroko Sato'

Adjusting the photo's zoom, Kugisaki returned the picture to its full. She paused upon seeing Haruki and Itadori's familiar faces, "That's new."

In the photo, Haruki stood between Itadori and Ozawa with her hands behind their lower backs. What Kugisaki found the weirdest of all was Haruki being the one to brightly smile in the photo. Both Itadori and Ozawa wore straight faces, though a red flush did paint Ozawa's cheeks.