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  • I Hope you know it's like that  by thesigmaEnigma
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    This is a Yuko Ozawa x Yuji Itadori fanfiction. First few chapters are gonna be pretty short but after the first few then I'll be committing to chapters that should be around 5,000 words chapters of canon-deviation.
  • If you really love me, let me be your fool - YukoHana by kill_la_kill_glazer
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    Yuko Ozawa had never been a perfect girl. No boyfriends, no backstabbing friends, just a loser with anxiety and an overwhelming crush on her past middle school classmate. She held the idea that no one would like her, until she met Hana. An exiled fallen angel searching for her destined lover. Love might blossom between them, or would it just have to wait for the feelings to finally surface?
  • The Weight of Winter | a Yuji Itadori x Yuko Ozawa fanfic by TanakaAkira
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    The war is over, but for Yuji Itadori, the silence is the loudest thing he's ever heard. After the blood-soaked streets of Shinjuku and a life spent as a "cog" in a machine of death, Yuji returns to the sharp, cedar-scented air of Sendai. He carries the weight of fallen friends and the physical scars of a battle that nearly broke the world. He doesn't expect to be recognized. He doesn't expect to be seen. But Yuko Ozawa has always seen him. Years ago, she was the quiet girl who felt invisible to everyone but him. Now, she is the elegant woman standing in the falling snow, holding a memory of a boy with a heart of gold. In a world finally quieted of Curses, Yuji must learn that he is more than just a survivor. Through shared melon pan, quiet walks, and the soft hush of a winter evening, he discovers that while the past is a heavy weight to carry, he doesn't have to carry it alone. Because the snow isn't just meant to be cold- it's meant to bury the scars, making room for something new to bloom.