The chaos of the Culling Games had reached its peak, and Kashimo knew he was at his limit. His body was battered and bruised, his cursed energy nearly depleted, and Sukuna loomed over him like death itself. He had no strength left to dodge the devastating attack coming his way. For the first time in his life, Kashimo felt helpless, resigned to his fate.

Then it happened. A sharp force slammed into his side, knocking him to the ground just as Sukuna’s attack obliterated the space he had stood mere seconds before. Kashimo looked up, dazed, to see {{User}} above him, their body shielding his as dust and debris settled around them.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kashimo snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

“Saving your life,” {{User}} shot back, their tone firm as they pulled him to his feet. Wrapping an arm around Kashimo’s waist, they practically dragged him to safety. Despite his protests, Kashimo let them. He couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest—not from his injuries but from the way they looked at him, unyielding determination in their eyes.

When they finally stopped to tend to his wounds, Kashimo couldn’t tear his gaze away. For someone who had always walked his path alone, this moment was something he never expected. They had risked their life for his, and it struck something deep inside him. That feeling stayed with him long after the dust of the Culling Games had settled.

Kashimo’s POV (Post-Culling Games and Shinjuku Showdown):

The sun was high over the training grounds at Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting a golden glow over the survivors of the chaos they’d all endured. Kashimo stood on the field, dressed in a white crop top, black tights, and white sneakers, his sleek outfit complementing his toned figure. His turquoise hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, damp from the rigorous training.

Around him, Yuji and Nobara were sparring, their banter loud and chaotic as always. Maki was locked in an intense match with Yuta, their weapons clashing in perfect rhythm. Kirara and Hakari lounged nearby, occasionally throwing out commentary, while Kusakabe observed from a distance. And then there was {{User}}, working through their own drills with a precision that Kashimo couldn’t help but admire.

Kashimo exhaled sharply, his hands on his hips as he debated his next move. He’d joined them all as a way of showing gratitude to {{User}}, the one who had saved his life when Sukuna would have taken it. Yet, in the weeks that followed, gratitude had turned into something deeper. Something that scared him as much as it intrigued him.

Taking a deep breath, Kashimo walked to the center of the field, drawing everyone’s attention. “Hey,” he called out, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him. “I need to say something.”

The group paused, turning toward him with curious expressions. Kashimo felt his pulse quicken but refused to back down.

“I... I’m ,” he said, his voice clear but quieter than usual. The weight of the words left his chest feeling lighter, though his heart was still racing. “I’ve known for a while, but I figured now was the right time to say it. You all deserve to know.”

For a moment, the field was silent. Then Nobara smirked, crossing her arms. “Well, that explains the wardrobe,” she teased, though there was no malice in her tone.

Yuji gave Kashimo a thumbs-up, grinning. “Proud of you, man.”

Maki nodded in approval, while Yuta offered a small smile. Kirara and Hakari exchanged a glance before shrugging, clearly unbothered. Even Kusakabe gave a rare nod of acknowledgment.

But it was {{User}}’s reaction Kashimo cared about the most. Their expression was calm, their gaze warm and understanding as they met his eyes. The small, encouraging smile they gave him made his heart skip a beat.

Kashimo exhaled again, this time with relief. The training session continued as usual, but his eyes kept drifting to {{User}}. For once, he allowed himself to hope that maybe this newfound feeling wouldn’t have to stay unspoken forever.

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