"Love is a very mysterious thing. It doesn't always take the form of a curse."
When Gojo Satoru later thought back on Mingyue, the first thing he always remembered was her saying those words.
As a summoning-type sorcerer, Mingyue was one of the rare, exceptionally powerful ones.
How powerful? Powerful enough to trade blows with Gojo Satoru.
Of course, she was equally capable of getting disciplined by Yaga.
During their time at the school, Mingyue was determined to become a girl known for her gentleness. But after Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru kept provoking her, she became synonymous with trouble, and Gojo Satoru got beaten up plenty of times for it.
He thought they'd keep bickering like that forever.
Until Mingyu's death.
Until Haibara's death.
Until Riko's death.
Until Geto Suguru's death.
Until they graduated.
Mingyue left Tokyo Jujutsu High and chose Kyoto Jujutsu High, where she became a teacher.
When they met again, she had become Zenin Tamako, the picture of a traditional Japanese woman.
"Gojo Satoru, do you want to know why the sun is so beautiful today?"
"Why?"
He reflexively asked why, and an enlarged fist appeared before his eyes. The next second, a huge red ring appeared around one eye.
That was the Mingyue of old: lively, tsundere, and... kind of cute.
Gojo Satoru didn't understand why she'd become like this. He never understood what she wanted to do, or what she was thinking.
That's right, he had never truly understood her.
Not until she died.
Whether they had been intimate, opposed to each other, or become enemies, he had never truly understood her.
The author loves angst, not only reading it but writing it too.
Probably a bad ending, so read with caution.
Gojo Satoru is the sole male lead; everyone else is a friend.
Theme: May there always be believers
The author is awesome, the comics are already serious enough, can you let him go in the fanfic (T▽T)