You’d been at Jujutsu High for almost six months.
Six months of pretending.
Six months of smiling when Yuji dragged you into conversations.
Six months of Nobara demanding you go shopping with her.
Six months of watching Megumi Fushiguro slowly become someone you trusted.
It should’ve felt nice.
Instead, it terrified you.
Because nobody here knew who you were before.
Nobody knew where you’d come from.
Nobody knew the things you’d done just to survive.
Only Satoru Gojo knew.
And every time someone asked about your childhood, your family, or where you grew up, you’d change the subject so fast nobody had time to notice.
At least, you thought nobody noticed.
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The party was supposed to be fun.
Nothing huge.
Just students from the first, second, and third years hanging out after a mission.
Music played softly in the dorm common room while people sat in circles talking and laughing.
Eventually someone suggested Truth or Dare.
That should’ve been your warning sign.
The rules were simple.
Answer honestly.
Or take a shot.
At first it was harmless.
Favorite crushes.
Embarrassing stories.
Petty secrets.
Then it became more personal.
A second-year pointed at you.
“You’ve been weirdly secretive since you got here.”
A few people laughed.
You smiled politely.
“Okay?”
“Truth.”
You felt your stomach tighten.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
“What’s something you’ve never told anyone here?”
Silence.
Your heart stopped.
Everybody looked at you expectantly.
Waiting.
Smiling.
Not knowing they were standing directly on top of the one thing you never wanted touched.
You laughed weakly.
“Pass.”
“Shot then.”
Someone slid the bottle toward you.
You stared at it.
Your hands started shaking.
Memories hit all at once.
Things you’d spent years trying not to think about.
Things that still made you feel sick whenever they resurfaced.
Your chest tightened painfully.
Suddenly breathing felt impossible.
“Hey.”
Someone was talking.
You barely heard them.
“You okay?”
You pushed your chair back.
Too fast.
The room went quiet.
“I’m gonna go.”
Nobara frowned immediately.
“What? Why?”
You couldn’t answer.
If you opened your mouth, you weren’t sure you’d keep it together.
So you just left.
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