"From enemies to lovers."
Y/n. She was born for someone, her bestfriend's older brother... who had a huge hatred towards her and her bestfriend itadori.
Y/n is nobara kugisaki's sister. Will she ever find out soon who she belongs to? That unknown ma...
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Hours had stretched on, feeling eternal, since the tumultuous events of midnight. Choso's thoughts spiraled endlessly as he sat outside Shoko's infirmary, grappling with the storm inside his head. His mind replayed countless fragments of Yuki's sacrifice—a decision that left her non-existent, her life offered in exchange for y/n's survival. But the price had been greater than he could have anticipated. Y/n was no longer the same.
Y/n's altered appearance and inexplicable aging were harbingers of something far darker. Sukuna's presence lingered inside her like a shadow that had refused to leave.
Choso ran his hands through his hair, pressing his palms against his temples as if the pressure might somehow force clarity. His elbows rested heavily on his knees, and his head hung low in frustration.
How can I... even explain it to them? About y/n's... aaah... he thought to himself. The words stuck in his throat, as muddled as his thoughts. How could he even begin to articulate what had transpired when he barely understood it himself?
The others waited nearby, their presence a reminder of the mounting questions and the growing tension. Megumi stood by the window, arms folded, his brows knitted in visible impatience. His gaze remained fixed outside the infirmary, almost as if staring would make the answers come faster.
"How long is this gonna take? Why won't Shoko-san let us inside?" Megumi asked, his frustration evident in his clipped tone.
"Relax," Maki said from where he leaned against the wall, trying to maintain a calm front despite sharing their unease. "I'm curious too, but we've got to wait and see."
It was clear, though, that patience was wearing thin. Their curious gazes turned towards Choso once again. He hadn't spoken much, not to Itadori who sat next to him, nor to anyone else. The turmoil behind his eyes seemed louder than any words he could have uttered.
Megumi's sharp eyes narrowed as he pointed a look in Choso's direction. "It's always him. You."
Itadori blinked, snapping out of his quiet reverie. "Him?" he echoed in confusion, his voice soft but inquisitive.
"Exactly," Megumi said gruffly, his voice dropping slightly to avoid disturbing those nearby. "He's always the one dragging y/n into trouble. Every time he comes back here, she's either unconscious or almost dea-"
"Megumi." Maki cut in, her voice firm as she sent him a warning look.
Choso finally moved, dropping his hands to his knees before straightening his back and lifting his head—just enough to meet their gazes. His stoic expression betrayed nothing, yet there was a flicker of intensity behind his dark eyes. He rose from the wooden bench, his 6 foot height suddenly adding to the weight of his presence.
