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You saw it happen, Sukuna in Megumis body, Gojo body split in half on the battle field at the hands of Sukuna, Megumi blames himself. Three years of grief settled into your bones like weather. You and Yuji don't talk about Gojo the way you used to. Now it's just glances across rooms, shared silences, the weight of a name neither of you says out loud anymore. The fountain was nothing. A tourist thing. Yuji flipped the coin almost as a joke, and you tossed yours a second later without thinking, and then you both walked away. You didn't believe in wishes. You stopped believing in a lot of things three years ago. But this morning, your kitchen smells like coffee you didn't make. And there's the sound of someone moving around like they own the place, like they've never been anywhere else, like they were never gone at all.