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Part 2: Through the Seasons

Winter came quietly to Jujutsu High, blanketing the campus in a thin layer of
frost. The students huddled together in the common room after training, their
chatter and laughter muffled by the crackling fire.

Suguru and Satoru sat on the porch outside the teachers’ quarters, the cold air
biting at their skin but neither seeming to mind. Satoru leaned back on his hands,
gazing up at the star-streaked sky, while Suguru sipped from a steaming cup of tea.

“You’ve been staring at the sky for ten minutes now,” Suguru said, breaking the
silence. “Planning on counting the stars or something?”

“Nah,” Satoru replied, his breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. “I was
just thinking about how nice it is to have moments like this.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “You? Sentimental? Who are you, and what did you do with
Gojo Satoru?”

Satoru laughed, the sound carrying warmth even in the cold. “I’m serious, Suguru.
Things feel… steady. Peaceful. When was the last time we could say that?”

Suguru considered this, his fingers tightening slightly around his cup. “It’s been
a while,” he admitted. “But I think it’s because we’ve finally figured out how to
fight for what we want.”

Satoru turned to look at him, the light from the nearby window catching the edge of
his blindfold. “And what do you want?”

Suguru hesitated for only a moment before answering. “This. Us. A place where these
kids don’t have to carry the same burdens we did.”

“Big dreams,” Satoru said, his voice teasing but his expression soft. “Good thing
you’ve got me to help make them happen.”

Suguru smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else with it.”

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared dreams and
memories settling between them. It was a fragile peace, one they knew could be
disrupted at any moment by the unpredictable nature of their world. But for now, it
was enough.

“You know,” Satoru began, his tone shifting to something more playful, “if this
were a date, you’d owe me something sweet for putting up with this cold.”

Suguru snorted. “A date, huh? Is that what this is?”

“Depends,” Satoru said, a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you offering dessert?”

Suguru rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that escaped. “Tell
you what. If you can beat me in a sparring match tomorrow, I’ll treat you to that
dessert.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Satoru said, his eyes glinting with excitement even through the
blindfold.

The teasing banter carried on until the cold became too much, and they retreated
inside. That night, as Suguru lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help
but feel the warmth of Satoru’s presence lingering.
The sparring match the next day was as chaotic as expected, with the first-years
gathering to watch their teachers clash. Satoru, as always, was cocky, effortlessly
dodging Suguru’s curses with a wide grin plastered on his face.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that!” Satoru called out, sending a playful
but powerful strike of cursed energy toward Suguru.

Suguru, calm and precise as ever, countered with a flick of his wrist, sending his
curses spiraling around Satoru in a way that forced him to step back. “Focus on
fighting, not talking,” he said, smirking.

The match ended in a draw—much to the students’ disappointment—and Suguru


begrudgingly agreed to split the dessert. That evening, the two of them sat
together in the kitchen, sharing a box of sweet pastries as the students cleaned up
the training grounds.

“You’re lucky I’m generous,” Suguru said, popping the last bite of a cream puff
into his mouth.

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons,” Satoru replied, his tone unusually sincere.

Suguru looked at him, catching the rare softness in his expression. The tension
that so often lingered in Satoru’s shoulders was gone, replaced by an ease that
could only come from being with someone who truly understood him.

“Yeah,” Suguru said quietly. “Me too.”

Their fingers brushed as they reached for the same pastry, and neither pulled away.
It wasn’t much—a simple touch—but in their world, it was everything. A reminder
that they weren’t alone, no matter what came next.

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