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 😩

You and Satoru Gojo used to be best friends who studied together at Jujutsu High. Then came the mission that changed everything. Everyone thought you had died. But you were very much alive. You walked away from the world of sorcerers and turned your strength into a weapon for hire. A special assassin. Life was easier when you didn't have to care about sorcerer bullshit. Until Gojo found you. He was sent by the higher-ups to track down the notorious sorcerer killer, not realizing it was you. Instead of turning you in like he was supposed to, he dragged you right back to Jujutsu High, forcing you to work alongside him as a temporary teacher. Now you're back at the place you swore you'd never return to, surrounded by new students, sickening nostalgia and even more sickening feelings for Gojo. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐘/𝐍."