𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑁. jujutsu kaisen [✔]

𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚

IT IS SUMMER. The blazing midday sun is shining brightly. The leaves are crisp in their evergreen. Vibrant flowerets of lilacs and yellows are surrounding the wide, viridian fields—dancing beneath the sunny stream.

In the expanse teeming with life, your small form is situated under the shade of an old oak tree. It is standing proud and wise among all the things you had seen.

No older than eight summers with large, doe eyes and chubby rosy cheeks, you are singing a lullaby; while stubby fingers are busy picking flowers of cosmos and daises.

‘‘Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green.’’

The melodies echo through the wind. Carrying them to far off places. You enwreathe the stems in a circle. Weaving them until they are binded together—forming a crown.

While occupied with the flowers between your hands, you begin to hear someone thrumming the same melody. The new individual is humming the tune with you. Though the timbre of the stranger's drone is lower and richer.

Your eyes then follow the voice. Gaze meeting with pristine cerulean stones. His velvety cloud-colored threads are swaying from the billowing breeze. You halt once you have noticed his ethereal-like beauty.

He is plopped over the bed of green. Perceiving your stare, he moves his attention to you. A small smile is painted on his visage. He holds a certain gleam as if he knows you—but you have never met this stranger before.

“H-hello.”

You shyly greet, cheeks glaze with a pinkish hue. You are a timid child, never good with anyone you are not familiar with. Your fingers fidget on the bright, amethyst petals. The man's smile then grows, a chuckle leaving his chest.

“Hello, [Name].”

He returns, his tone tender. Your name rolls off his tongue, like he has spoken it a hundred times before. More than you can ever imagine.

Caught by surprise, the frames of your eyes widen. You then wrinkle your brows in thought. Trying to remind yourself of this individual. But alas, no memory comes into being. Someone having those exotic features would surely draw a mark on you, however there is nothing that could make you recall of this person. He is a perfect stranger.