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    One hundred ninety nine heads bow down. Including four of the chosen ones on the stage, the fifth one on the right stays upright to linger his gaze on the low dip of Satoru’s spine. Suguru couldn’t blame him for looking, monkeys were too curious for their own good.

    A sweet, sickening pop and the man bursts like a balloon, blood specks falling onto Satoru’s back making his eyes widen.

    “Did you just-“ Satoru whispers, squinting at Suguru as if in exasperation “Suguru did you kill him?”

    “He was looking at you perversely” Suguru fakes a chastised tone, trailing his hands up Satoru’s abdomen and making him arch into the touch like he’s starved. He probably was, for apart from Suguru, he seldom drops infinity around anyone.

    (Alternatively: Gojo Satoru gets his guts rearranged lovingly by his cult leader Ex. Oh there's people watching. Wonderful.)

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    01 Apr 2026

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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!”

    “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!”

    Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now.

    Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society.

    What the hell is going on?

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    24 Mar 2026

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    There's something about this girl, like looking in a funhouse mirror a third of his size. “Oi, kid,” Toji says. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

    The girl glares daggers at him from behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses too big for her tiny face. She’s looking at him like he’s totally crazy, which isn’t entirely untrue. “Huh? Who the heck are you?”

    In lieu of answering, he asks, “What’s your name?”

    The girl scowls. “Maki.”

    “Maki,” he repeats, and it’s like a missing piece of his soul falls back into place. The record of his life before he fought the Six-Eyes brat is a long, impossibly white scroll of nothing -- but written on it in faint letters is the name of a child, a child with a delicate name that brushed the heavens, spun a prayer into letters; a name that began with an M, and it ended in i, too.

    “Maki,” he says again. “I think you’re my daughter.”

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    Toji makes a mistake. It changes everything.

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    “Finish it,” Armand says abruptly, reaching out to touch the bottom of the glass. He tilts it up to Daniel’s lips, the words an imperious command.

    Daniel barely opens his mouth in time. He chokes on what’s left of the watery crème de menthe and crème de cacao, but Armand doesn’t lower the glass until he’s finished every last drop. His head swims, partly because he’s tipsy and partly because of the brain freeze.

    Armand withdraws the empty glass, sets it aside, and grabs a napkin off the bar. He dabs Daniel’s lips with it, brushing the bare pad of his thumb across Daniel’s chin. His skin is warm and smooth, slightly clammy with condensation borrowed from the glass.

    Oh my God, Daniel thinks. Don’t lick him don’t lick him don’t lick—

    Clearing his throat, Armand sets the napkin aside. “You’re a journalist?”

    “Yeah,” Daniel replies hastily, looking away. “You were listening in?”

    “I caught part of your chat with Louis. You were going to interview him?”

    Was being the operative word. I’m not sure that would’ve worked out.”

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