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shewasverynice · 9 days ago

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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

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Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Tsukumo Yuki, Choso

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 14 ✧˚₊‧

Sarah peeked around the corner of Yaga’s office, practically vibrating with excitement as she watched him finish a phone call. The second he hung up, she dashed in, nearly bouncing as she approached his desk.

“Yaga-sensei!” she chirped, hands clasped behind her back, giving him her best "you-can’t-say-no" smile. He looked up with an amused but wary expression, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yes, Sarah?” He had the air of someone who knew exactly what was coming.

“Do you think,” she started, carefully drawing out each word, “you might have some time to take me Christmas shopping? In Shinjuku?” She rocked back and forth on her heels, all wide-eyed hope and barely contained energy.

Yaga raised an eyebrow, eyeing her as if expecting some sort of catch. “Why not just go with your friends?” he asked, "I know they’re already planning a shopping trip.”

She scrunched up her nose, clearly horrified by the idea. “If I go with them, they’ll see their presents! And then the surprise is ruined!” She emphasized the last part, eyes wide with mock devastation.

Yaga heaved a long-suffering sigh but was clearly amused. He didn’t answer right away, just watching as she tilted her head a little, her expression growing even more imploring. “Please, Yaga-sensei?” she pleaded, leaning forward just a bit, “I promise it won’t take long!”

He knew that was a blatant lie, but he also knew there was no way he could say no to her when she got that enthusiastic. With another sigh, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll take you. But it’ll have to be next weekend.”

Sarah lit up instantly, clapping her hands. “Yes! Thank you! You’re the best, Yaga-sensei!” Before he could even respond, she scampered off down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as she practically skipped away, muttering plans to herself about all the perfect gifts she’d buy.

Yaga watched her disappear, and despite himself, a small smile crept onto his face. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, “That kid… always full of surprises.”

When the weekend finally came, Yaga stood quietly by the torii gates, hands shoved into his coat pockets against the brisk December air. He spotted Sarah bouncing down the path toward him, wrapped up in the white scarf he’d made her, its soft wool tucked carefully around her neck. It felt surreal seeing her wear it, knowing she had no idea he was the one who’d given it to her, let alone the reasons for it. Her binding vow weighed on his mind, but he forced himself not to dwell on it as she finally skidded to a stop beside him, grinning up at him with all the warmth of a winter sunrise.

“Yaga-sensei! Okay, so here’s the plan,” she began, practically bursting with excitement as she launched into her detailed plan. “First, I need to find something for Shoko and Satoru, and Suguru too. Then something for Mom and Dad and my brothers, of course. And then maybe something for Nee-chan? But... I guess I don't really know where to send her presents so maybe not...”

Yaga nodded along with her chatter, his face remaining its usual stoic mask, but he listened intently as they walked down the temple steps. Sarah’s footsteps echoed against the stone, her excitement practically exploding through the air. He knew this part of her well—the childlike wonder she exuded—and he would protect it for as long as it could last.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, Sarah suddenly stopped and looked up at him, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Yaga-sensei,” she asked, “what should I get Panda for Christmas?” She tilted her head, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity. “I mean, I know he’s only four, but I want to get him something he’ll actually like. Do little kids like RC cars?” She laughed, looking a little sheepish, “Or is that too complicated for his little paws?”

Yaga considered this, taking in the image of Panda's big, bright eyes and small hands gripping an RC controller, probably smashing the car into every corner he could find. The thought was so endearing he felt a tightness in his chest, but he kept his face calm, clearing his throat. “Panda would love that,” he replied, his tone as even as always. “He’s got a thing for anything he can push around. Toy cars…he’s got a whole collection already.”

Sarah beamed, clearly thrilled with his approval. “Then that’s it! I’m getting him the best RC car I can find,” she declared. Her excitement was contagious, and though Yaga didn’t show it, he felt a warmth settle over him, knowing how much thought she put into Panda’s happiness.

They continued down the busy streets of Shinjuku, colorful lights reflecting off the wet pavement from an earlier rain, and Yaga walked beside her, a silent guardian. He knew he couldn’t say the things he wanted to—couldn’t tell her about the memories kept locked away or the vow that had spared her from so much. But he was here, and that was enough. As she eagerly pulled him toward the first store, chatting on about all her gift ideas, he knew this moment was one he would keep close, long after the holiday lights had dimmed.

Yaga let Sarah lead him around, his usually heavy steps felt a bit lighter as she flitted from one display to another, bouncing between shelves of knick-knacks and decorations. She kept holding up various items and asking his opinion, her eyes bright as she weighed her choices. “Look at this!” she said, holding up a sparkly snow globe with a tiny dog-like snowman inside. Yaga only grunted in acknowledgment, but when she put it down with a grin, he gave her a small nod of approval. This was her way—scatterbrained but with a clear purpose, each little trinket carefully considered before she chose her gifts.

“Yaga-sensei, what do you think of this?” she asked, holding up a cozy scarf in shades of blue. He didn’t answer directly, just nodded thoughtfully. She flashed him a smile and draped it over her arm, clearly taking his nod as a ringing endorsement.

He didn’t offer many suggestions, only responding with hums and nods, but he noticed the little shift in her posture each time he quietly approved. In his own way, he was helping, and she seemed grateful for it. They wandered further, Sarah filling the silences with chatter about each potential gift, her voice filled with warmth and excitement.

Then, she stopped in front of a display of photo frames, a particularly cute one catching her eye. She picked it up, tilting her head thoughtfully, and Yaga immediately felt a shift in the air. The happy energy that had followed them was replaced with something quieter, almost wistful.

“Yaga-sensei,” she asked, looking down at the frame and then back up at him, “do you think it’s weird that my parents haven’t looked all that much older lately?” Her voice was soft, her brow furrowing slightly as she held up the frame with its stock photo—a father and daughter smiling together. “I mean, my dad’s got to be nearing forty-five by now, but… he doesn’t really look all that different from when I was a kid.”

Yaga felt a twinge in his gut, a sense of dread settling into his chest. He should have expected questions like these, should have prepared better, but it still caught him off guard. His expression hardened, though he tried to keep his tone steady. “Why would you say that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes still on the photo. “I don’t know… just a funny thought, I guess,” she murmured. She glanced back at him, noticing the deep lines of his own face. “Hey… now that I think about it, you don’t look all that different either. Not really.”

For a split second, Yaga’s face softened, and he surprised her by offering the faintest of smiles, a rare thing from him. “Maybe you just haven’t noticed,” he replied simply.

She blinked, then laughed and shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I’m just overthinking it.” With a little shake of her head, she placed the frame back and moved toward a shelf of photo albums nearby, already chattering about something else entirely.

Yaga stayed where he was, his hands clenching tightly in his coat pockets. The false memories—the binding vow—had kept her safe, but as time passed, cracks were forming, little gaps her mind seemed to fill with questions. He couldn’t protect her from the truth forever. His chest ached as he watched her bounce along, her earlier excitement returned, oblivious to the weight that he carried in silence.

But if she could remain happy, oblivious to those cracks in her memory, he would shoulder whatever he had to. As she glanced back and called for him to hurry up, Yaga forced himself forward, following her with a heavy heart but a resolve that didn’t waver. If she was safe and smiling, that was all that mattered.

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"You need to shave your hair so information can diffuse through your skin because your eyes aren't doing you any favours," Satoru muttered after probably the heaviest sigh ever uttered in his entire life.

"Excuse me?" Suguru snapped, "How am I supposed to know what specific thing you're looking for if you haven't given me any details?!"

"You know what she likes," Satoru huffed with a dramatic roll of his eyes, "I said just pick a character Sarah likes."

"Which anime? Which manga? Which show? Which--" Suguru's growl was cut off as Shoko stepped between the both of them and pushed them apart like Moses and the sea.

"You two are two cheeks of the same ass," She grumbled, "How are both of you so bad at this?"

"Look, I gotta get her something cool," Satoru said, crossing his arms and peering down his nose at Suguru from behind his sunglasses, "She got me such a cool Birthday present. I have to match that energy."

"Do you expect me to read your mind?" Suguru scoffed, crossing his arms, "Do you think I can just manifest exactly what you want?"

"We all watch the same shit!" Satoru groaned, letting his head tip back, "Just do the thing you're good at. You know what she likes more than I do!"

Suguru's fist balled up and he took a step closer again. "What is happening right now? What is this?"

"I don't know! Why don't you ask yourself that, huh?" Satoru growled.

"That's enough!" Shoko yelled, both of them surprised enough by her outburst to take a step back. She tapped her foot, her eyes flicking between the two of them before she pointed at Satoru, "Gojo. What's up? Why are you being so shitty today?"

"I'm not being shitty!" He gasped, his palm landing on his chest, "Suguru just isn't listening!"

"I'm not listening?!" Suguru narrowed his eyes, "Are you being serious? You've been on our cases all day! Everything has been getting on your nerves!"

"Yeah!" Shoko chimed in, "You're acting like a douche! If you don't want to be cool, then go shop by yourself!"

Satoru threw his arms up, his lips opening and closing as he tried to figure out what he even wanted to say. He settled on a harsh, "Fine!" And stormed off.

Without even looking back, he left the store, zipping up his jacket and throwing his scarf angrily around his neck when he stepped into the winter air. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, a scowl on his face while he stormed down the shopping center sidewalk.

"A douche, huh?" He muttered to himself, "I'm the one acting up, yeah? Stupid."

Through the decorated streets he stalked, not even looking at the windows or anything but straight ahead of him. Of course he knew he was on edge, but he didn't even want to come shopping in the first place! He wanted to just have someone do it for him. Someone like Suguru would have been good at it, but nooo. They just had to insist he came with them.

"Where's your holiday spirit?" He mocked with a huff.

"Gojo!!"

Satoru groaned inwardly the moment he heard Sarah’s chipper voice calling out to him across the shopping center. The last thing he wanted was to deal with Sarah’s relentless enthusiasm.

Still, he plastered on a halfhearted smirk as she hurried over, her white scarf bouncing with her steps, but his eyes flicked past her and landed on Yaga. "Oh, great," he thought bitterly.

“Hey, Gojo!” Sarah chirped as she stopped in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, her grin wide and sunny as usual.

“Sarah,” he replied flatly, his tone lacking its usual teasing edge.

Her smile faltered as her green eyes scanned his face. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, tilting her head, her concern genuine.

“Nothing,” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. “Just leave me alone, alright?”

To his surprise, she didn’t flinch, pout, or get defensive like he’d expected. Instead, her expression softened, and that concern only deepened. “Gojo…” she said gently, as though she could see right through him.

He felt a twinge of guilt but shoved it down, looking away with a scowl. Then came Yaga’s heavy, disapproving sigh. The stern look from his teacher was impossible to miss, a silent rebuke that made Satoru’s jaw tighten.

“Satoru,” Yaga said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Sit down.”

“What?” Satoru scoffed, his mask of arrogance slipping just a little under Yaga’s commanding gaze.

“Sit,” Yaga repeated, nodding toward a nearby bench.

Satoru muttered something unintelligible under his breath but obeyed, flopping onto the bench with exaggerated annoyance. Sarah glanced between the two, hesitating for a moment before Yaga gave her a slight nod. She scampered off without a word, leaving them alone.

The silence hung heavy between them for a moment, Yaga taking his time to sit down beside Satoru. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat there with his arms crossed, watching the steady flow of people passing by.

Finally, Satoru broke the silence with a huff. “What? Are you going to lecture me now?”

“No,” Yaga said simply. “Not unless you need one.”

Satoru rolled his eyes but said nothing, leaning back and crossing his arms defensively. The older man didn’t press, letting the weight of the moment settle until Satoru finally slumped forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“It’s stupid,” Satoru muttered, his voice low. “It’s just… the holidays, you know? It’s all so loud, and everyone’s pretending like everything’s perfect. It’s annoying.”

Yaga watched him carefully, his gaze steady. “The holidays aren’t perfect for anyone.”

Satoru snorted, but the sharpness in his expression softened slightly.

“Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Yaga asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Satoru let out a long sigh, his head tilting back as he stared up at the ceiling lights above. He hated that Yaga always seemed to cut through his defenses so easily, but a part of him appreciated it, even if he’d never admit it.

"I just... Have some bad memories around this time of year," he finally answered. "Things that really messed with me."

He didn’t elaborate, and Yaga didn’t push, though his gaze lingered on the young man’s face, noting the faint crease in his brow and the way his usual confidence seemed dimmed.

Satoru’s mind wandered, unbidden, to the bitter edges of his past life. He thought about that Christmas Eve, years ago, when he’d first confronted Suguru—his Suguru—and made the impossible choice to kill his best friend. It was a decision that had haunted him, even as he tried to bury it beneath layers of bravado.

Then there was the following Christmas Eve, the night he’d planned to kill Kenjaku, only to face a cruel twist of fate. Seeing Suguru’s body in Shibuya—a shell animated by Kenjaku—had shattered something in him he hadn’t even known was still intact. He remembered the bitter cocktail of rage, grief, and guilt that had consumed him.

And then, there was his own death, the final act in that tragic play. He hadn’t gotten his vengeance. Instead, he’d been pulled into the void, leaving everything unfinished.

This second chance at life had been an unexpected gift, a chance to reunite with Suguru, to have him alive and whole. It was cathartic in ways he hadn’t anticipated. But the ghosts of his past still lingered, their whispers casting long shadows over the joy he tried to embrace.

“I guess,” Satoru muttered, forcing himself back to the present, “it’s hard to let it go, you know? Even now. Even with everything being… better.”

Yaga stayed quiet for a long moment, his expression neutral as always while he processed Satoru’s words. Finally, he exhaled through his nose and said, “No one ever really recovers from a loss. Not completely.”

Satoru glanced at him, surprised by the somber weight in his voice. Yaga’s expression was calm, but there was something in his eyes—a knowing, a shared pain.

“Doesn’t matter how strong you are, how much time has passed,” Yaga continued. “There will always be things that stay with you. Regrets. Losses. Pain. That’s part of being human. But…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “The trick is not letting those things ruin what you have now. Don’t let them keep you from making new memories.”

Satoru blinked, caught off guard by the wisdom in those words. He looked away, his shoulders relaxing just a little as he mulled it over. “Easier said than done,” he murmured.

“It always is,” Yaga replied, his tone steady but kind. “But you don’t have to do it alone. You’ve got friends. Let them help.”

Satoru smirked faintly, the ghost of his usual cockiness returning. “That sounds suspiciously like advice, Yaga. You’re getting soft.”

Yaga huffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t push it.”

They sat in silence for a while after that, the crowded streets bustling with holiday shoppers. Satoru found himself glancing at the bright lights and decorations again, the crisp winter air stinging his cheeks. He still felt the weight of his memories, but Yaga’s words lingered, planting a seed of something in his chest.

“Maybe you’re right,” he muttered to himself, so quietly Yaga almost didn’t hear.

The older man didn’t respond, but the faint smile on his face said enough.

Sarah’s footsteps were light and quick as she returned, the winter air turning her cheeks pink. She approached the bench with a triumphant grin, holding two steaming cups in her hands. Yaga raised an eyebrow as she handed him one.

“For you,” she said cheerfully. “Coffee, black, just like you like it.”

Yaga nodded in thanks, his usual stoicism intact, though there was a slight upward quirk at the corner of his mouth.

Satoru took the other cup from her with a lazy hand, expecting the same. He popped the lid off out of habit to let it cool but blinked in surprise at the sight inside: hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream, a sprinkle of colorful candy bits gleaming on top.

“What’s this?” he asked, tilting the cup in mock suspicion.

Sarah huffed, crossing her arms. “I told them not to put the lid on so you could see the sprinkles and stuff. But nooo, they wouldn’t listen.” She jabbed a finger at the cup like it had personally betrayed her.

Satoru stared at her, then broke into a chuckle that warmed the air around them. He reached out and ruffled her hair, a gesture that was half affectionate and half teasing.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

To his utter surprise, she didn’t pull away or swat his hand like she usually did. Instead, she let him, her grin brightening as she plopped down on the bench beside him and Yaga.

“You’re welcome,” she replied cheerfully, swinging her legs a little like a kid as she sipped her own drink.

Satoru looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his mood lifting in spite of himself. It wasn’t often he felt something genuine crack through his usual facade, but Sarah’s thoughtfulness had a way of doing just that.

“Not bad, huh?” she asked, gesturing toward his hot chocolate.

“Not bad at all,” he admitted, taking a sip and letting the rich sweetness melt the lingering bitterness in his chest.

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The common area glowed with the soft lights of the Christmas tree. The couches were cozy, piled with mismatched blankets they’d dragged out to make things even homier. Sarah hummed a little Christmas tune under her breath as they passed presents around, the crinkling of wrapping paper filling the air.

Satoru, naturally, dove into his gifts with enthusiasm. “Oh-ho, what’s this?” he grinned as he unwrapped Suguru’s gift: a miniature crossbow that shot rubber bands. He wasted no time loading it, firing a rubber band at Suguru’s head with a mischievous laugh. Suguru caught it midair with a deadpan expression, earning a laugh from Shoko.

Shoko’s gift to Satoru—a light-up stress ball shaped like a cat—made him laugh even harder. “This thing is ridiculous,” he said, squeezing it until it glowed in his hands.

But it was Sarah’s gift that truly stole the show. Satoru carefully opened the wrapping to reveal two toy cars. “Oh cool,” he said at first, but his face lit up when he realized they could mash together to form a dragon. “No way. These are awesome!” He immediately set to work combining them, the grin on his face a rare, genuine sight.

Suguru, ever the practical one, got thoughtful gifts. He unwrapped Shoko’s metal bookmark first, running his fingers over the engraved design with quiet appreciation. “Thanks, this is nice,” he said sincerely. Sarah’s gift—a set of high-quality headbands—earned her a small smile. “These are perfect. My old ones were falling apart.” Satoru’s gift of a sleek set of stud earrings prompted an amused, “You’ve got surprisingly good taste.”

Shoko beamed at her gifts. She slipped on the fingerless mittens Sarah had given her right away, flexing her fingers and admiring the warmth. “These are great, thanks, Sarah.” The sunglasses from Suguru got a nod of approval. “Stylish and functional. Nice.” But the new sneakers from Satoru made her genuinely smile as she held them up. “You actually paid attention to what I wanted. Shocking.”

Finally, Sarah opened her gifts, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yes!” she exclaimed, holding up the manga volumes Suguru had gotten her. “I’ve been wanting these for ages!” Shoko’s gift of a high-quality hairbrush made her laugh. “You’re the only one who’d think of something this practical, but it’s awesome. Thanks, Sho.”

Satoru, grinning like a Cheshire cat, handed her the last gift. She tore into it and gasped. “Cinnamoroll!” she squealed, hugging the oversized plush tightly. “He’s perfect. Thanks, Gojo!”

The group sat together after the unwrapping, leaning back against the cushions, enjoying the calm and each other’s company. The tree’s lights blinked softly, casting an almost magical ambiance over the scene.

Satoru shifted, clearing his throat awkwardly. The chatter died down as everyone turned to him. “Uh… so,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to say sorry. For being kind of a jerk lately. Christmas is just… it’s kind of hard for me, you know?” He didn’t elaborate, his usual swagger replaced by rare vulnerability. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I’ll try to not let it ruin stuff in the future.”

There was a brief silence before Suguru shrugged. “We all have history. It’s alright."

“Yeah,” Shoko agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. “You’re not as bad as you think you are.”

Sarah smiled brightly. “Besides, it’s Christmas! Who cares about a little grumpiness? You’re here with us now, and that’s what matters.”

Satoru blinked, caught off guard by how easily they brushed it off. He felt… strange. Like the weight of the season had lifted just a little.

“Thanks,” he muttered, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Okay!" Sarah clapped her hands together, standing suddenly, "Let's go outside!"

"But... It's getting dark?" Shoko said, glancing out the window.

Satoru grinned, standing up as well welcoming the change of conversation. "What do you wanna do?"

"Let's make like... A bunch of snowmen or something!" Sarah said, "Or draw stuff in the snow! We haven't done much in the snow yet and it feels like a sin or something!"

"I'll get my coat," Suguru chuckled, gathering up his gifts.

Satoru watched Sarah hurry over to put on her coat and scarf, the other two heading to their rooms to drop off their gifts. She paused when she saw him standing there, then walked over with a smile.

"Hey... It's alright if you just want to sit this out." She said, "I don't want to push you and--"

"Stop," he said, waving his hand, "It's not like that I just felt bad. I want to, don't worry."

She wrung her hands together a little, "Alright good. I didn't want to be too pushy."

"You're not too pushy," he chuckled, "Now, c'mon. Let's make a friggin' army around the faculty building!"

The cold bit at their faces as the four of them burst outside, bundled up against the chill but giddy with excitement. The snow blanketed the grounds of the school, pristine and untouched, just waiting for them to ruin it. Satoru immediately grabbed a handful, inspecting the quality like he was a professional snow analyst.

“Perfect packing snow,” he announced, molding it into a ball.

“You sound like an idiot,” Shoko deadpanned, but she was already crouching down to roll a tiny snowman.

Sarah was the first to build one, carefully crafting a miniature figure that stood no taller than a loaf of bread. “Look at this little guy!” she cooed, patting it's little head before brushing her hands off on her coat. Suguru raised an eyebrow but joined in, his snowman somehow turning out suspiciously symmetrical.

Soon, an army of tiny snowmen surrounded the building, their lopsided faces and stick arms looking more creepy than cute. Satoru laughed maniacally as he built one with three heads. “This is the leader.” he declared, pointing dramatically.

Suguru, rolling his eyes, picked up one of the smaller snowmen and hurled it at Satoru’s back. It hit with a satisfying thud, the snow exploding on impact.

“Oh, a rebellion I see,” Satoru said, whirling around, his sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose. He scooped up a massive pile of snow and launched it at Suguru, who dodged with a laugh.

From there, chaos ensued. Snowballs flew through the air, and alliances were hastily formed. Satoru and Shoko built a hasty wall of snow for cover, while Suguru and Sarah took over a bush on the opposite side of the courtyard.

“Watch out! Incoming!” Shoko yelled as a snowball from Suguru sailed through the air, hitting their wall with a dramatic puff.

Meanwhile, Sarah crouched low, a mischievous grin on her face as she crept behind enemy lines. Her target? Satoru’s back, which was just begging for a handful of snow down his coat.

But Satoru had an almost preternatural sense for trouble. “Oh no, you don’t!” he shouted, spinning around just in time to grab Sarah by the wrist. “Trying to sabotage me, huh?”

She squealed as he wrestled the snow away from her and tried to shove it down her own coat. “No! Noooo!” she shrieked, laughing as she tried to wriggle free.

Before he could succeed, Suguru appeared behind him like some sort of snow ninja. “Guess who?” Suguru said, dumping a huge armful of snow onto Satoru’s head.

“Traitor!” Satoru shouted, flailing as both Sarah and Suguru ganged up on him, pelting him with snowballs and handfuls of icy powder. Even Shoko joined in, tossing a half-hearted snowball at his feet.

Defeated and dramatically flopping into the snow like he’d been mortally wounded, Satoru groaned. “I hope you’re all happy,” he said, his voice muffled by the snow, "Now the snowmen have been reduced to anarchy."

They ignored him, instead stomping around to draw the most ridiculous shapes and doodles in the snow. Sarah proudly made a giant, crooked dick, only for Suguru to add devil horns to it. Shoko crafted a very unflattering caricature of Yaga’s face, complete with exaggerated eyebrows.

Satoru, rising from his snowy demise, shuffled his feet through the snow to write obscene things in kanji before Sarah smacked him with another snowball.

“That's nasty,” she said, grinning ear to ear, "You're nasty!"

“Maybe,” Satoru said, brushing snow from his hair with a smirk, "But they'll never know if it was me or you!"

The four of them dissolved into laughter, their breath misting in the cold air. The courtyard looked like a disaster zone of tiny snowmen, craters from snowballs, and questionable drawings, but it was theirs. And for that chilly Christmas Eve, nothing else mattered.

And when they shuffled back in to warm up, they said their temporary goodbyes. New Year's celebrations were coming, and they'd have to part, but it wouldn't be long.

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