"you weren't supposed to mean anything." but does anything go according to plan in the world of jujutsu? a/n: i'm really bad at writing fight scenes. IM SORRY.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13BIBiW2tjUkol7rtWjjQ2?si=dUZ3JS43ScaP_YOFZowyUg&pi=axjZC1NZS8WAi There's no curse more twisted than love. He wasn't supposed to mean anything to me. He was my patient. But week after week, he peeled me apart with the same hands the world called the strongest. And somehow, I let him. Maybe I even needed him to. Satoru didn't want to be fixed. He wanted to be seen. And I saw him. All of him. The man. The weapon. The boy who carried the weight of a dying world on his back. And I loved him. ***I had this story idea for almost a year, too scared to write, but I finally worked up the courage 😭 pls don't be mad. please. it made me cry writing it 😩