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  • ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ... ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ?  by Eazriel
    Eazriel
    • WpView
      Reads 832
    • WpPart
      Parts 20
    "𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟... 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝." - 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢
  • ๋࣭⭑ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴘʟᴜsʜɪᴇ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ by _Shokolatte_
    _Shokolatte_
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      Reads 678
    • WpPart
      Parts 1
    ❪🧸❫ 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦.
  • Jujutsu Kaisen 0.5: Gojo's New Student(s) - Season 1 by DeathlyJazzHands55
    DeathlyJazzHands55
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      Reads 6,177
    • WpPart
      Parts 12
    (Rated T for Swearing/Blood) It was supposed to be a simple mission: Investigate The Cursed Energy Source and return with results. But, when the person who was assigned just so happens to be Satoru Gojo, things don't go the way they're supposed to. Follow Satoru Gojo and his new (totally not accidental) student, Luz Noceda, as they travel a realm completely foreign to both of them! [This fanfic has a TVTropes page. Edit it if you want: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/JujutsuKaisenGojosNewStudents]
  • ๋࣭⭑ sᴀᴛᴏsʜᴏ̄ᴋᴏ sᴘʟɪɴᴛᴇʀs .𖥔 ݁ ˖ by _Shokolatte_
    _Shokolatte_
    • WpView
      Reads 385
    • WpPart
      Parts 3
    ❨📜❩ 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘐𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘰 𝘖𝘯𝘦-𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴.
  • Tethered by Absence by ZennyOOL
    ZennyOOL
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      Reads 76
    • WpPart
      Parts 3
    What happpens when you leave two people, shattered by absence, to rebuild their glass out of broken bits. Well that glass isn't fixed. Its just full of cracks. After Geto leaves, the world shifts beneath Shoko Ieiri and Satoru Gojo. They move through ordinary days - classrooms, hallways, quiet rooms - carrying the weight of absence in every glance, gesture, and unspoken word. Their conversations are casual, their laughter brittle, yet each moment is heavy with memory and regret. Friendship becomes a delicate dance of survival, where every connection is tentative, every word a shard of what was lost. In the spaces between speech and silence, they navigate grief, presence, and the fragile ties that keep them tethered - not to what once was, but to each other.