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    Gojo sat there for a time, absently running his fingers over the bumps and ridges of the skull. This skull was female, according to its rounder eye sockets and less prominent brow bone. There was a faint, faint echo of cursed energy still clinging to it: residuals left over from a long-dead sorcerer or curse user. This person had been powerful. Some kind of cursed speech user, but the echo of positive cursed energy meant they could self-heal their throat even as it was torn by their own power. Nearly invulnerable, like he himself was.
    That hadn’t saved them. Hadn’t saved any of the people who’d been imprisoned here. Invulnerability couldn’t save people from themseves.

    (Gojo is stuck in the prison realm with nothing but his own thoughts and the skeletons of his predecessors for company. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Then he finds a way out, but the world he stumbles into isn't his own. Not even close.)

    This fic is being translated into Russian! Read the Russian translation here.

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    "Last question then, what’s your quirk?”

    “Uh, I guess my sweet tooth?” The detective’s brows scrunch in confusion, which is understandable, because most people have a sweet tooth. Satoru’s is just a bit extra. He chuckles proudly and gives Tsukauchi a grin. “I pretty much only eat sweets, ya know? No better nourishment than sugar!”

    The detective looks a little miffed, muttering something like, “That can’t be healthy,” but writes something down anyway.

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    When Satoru closed his eyes for the final time, he never expected to wake up. His death was the only thing he was sure of in this strange new world.
    He closed his eyes, the great Gojo Satoru, the god amongst mortals, the strongest, and his heart stopped beating.
    He was dead. That was it.

    So why was he still here? Why could he hear his beating heart, his breath, could feel the world around him? Why could he still see?

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    After being captured on a mission, Megumi is left critically wounded, slowly bleeding out as he, Nobara, and Yuji desperately try to find a way to escape. Gathering his last strength, Megumi sends Nue to find Satoru before its to late.

    Trigger warning: depictions of blood and near-death

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    Satoru is still, his feet riveted to the lush green grass underfoot. His throat is dry, and his tongue laps up the bitter taste of cotton and ash. With a stuttering heart, Satoru advances forward. The dead body of his kid who’d been alive just an hour ago slips from Yuuji’s grasp as Yuuji himself jolts away to throw up. Satoru doesn’t spare a reaction, gag, or nothing, his mind blank with all but one thought:

    Megumi is dead.

     

    Or, Megumi 'dies' while on an urgent mission, Gojo struggles to cope, Yuuji doesn't, and Kenjaku has the ultimate ace in his sleeve.

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