Our destiny was already set. The world of Jujutsu Sorcerers was either tainted with white or black magic. I was the one who possessed the black, and Gojo was the one who possessed the white. We were destined to control each other because one power could not exist without the other, as our ancestors had merged their souls.

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I had always had a huge crush on him. We were little kids when I secretly stalked him. I knew when he always left the estate. Always in the afternoons. He had always interested me. His shimmering blue eyes like the sky. 

Yes, that's what I fell in love with. I was 10 when I hid behind a tree and watched him. 

He noticed me, and I startled, hiding behind another tree. I heard him sigh, and I blushed. I ran home to the Sumiko clan where my mother, with her long, beautiful white hair falling to the side of her shoulder, wearing a light pink kimono, sat on the floor with a hearty smile, waiting for me.

 "Miura, my child!"

 I jumped into her arms, crying, sobbing, "Mom, he hates me!"

 My father burst in from the other room, "WHO DARES TO MAKE MY DAUGHTER CRY!?" 

I then laughed.

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 We grew up. We were in the same class with Yaga, Shoko, Geto, him, and me. We got along well. He just didn't understand that I had a crush on him, this idiot. Shoko always teased me about it, and it annoyed me. One day, we got the mission to protect Riko Amanai, the Star Plasma vessel, and bring her to Tengen. 

There were some difficulties on the mission, and ultimately, Toji Fushiguro came into play, killing Riko in front of me and Geto, severely injuring Gojo, and awakening his Six Eyes, changing Geto Suguru. 

The butterfly effect unfolded.

It only took a year for Geto to betray us. Shoko distanced herself from us more and more from then on. Gojo and I were left, and we grew closer. We became each other's support. Eventually, the day came when Geto declared war, and Gojo had to kill him. I was there to comfort him, the boy I had loved since I was 5 years old. 

It was snowing around us, and I wrapped a scarf around him and smiled at him gently, "I will stay by your side!" 

He caught the snow falling from the sky with his palm and looked at it sadly, "The snow reflects me perfectly right now..." 

I looked at him confused, "Huh, how so?" 

He looked at me with his Six Eyes, "Isolated, it falls from the sky."

 I lightly hit his arm, "Wrong. Snow doesn't symbolize loneliness, but purity, beauty, and a new beginning and beside that dumbass dont talk about snow so negative I love it!"

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 His eyes widened in surprise, his mouth slightly agape before he then grinned widely and hugged me tightly, "Miura, thank you..."

 I loved being in his arms, and I closed my eyes, enjoying it, whispering contentedly, "No need for that..." 

That was the turning point in our relationship. 

From that day on, not a single day passed without us being together, getting even closer. I was on a mission with Yuji when Mahito appeared, and a fight broke out. Injured, I returned, and I'll never forget his gaze. 

Even with a blindfold, he noticed the slight injury on my right hand, "MIURA!"

 He ran to me, took my hand, and looked at it worriedly.

 I laughed, "No need to worry!" 

His grip tightened, and he pushed me against the wall. It was the first time he kissed me, and I kissed him back. Indirectly, we had been together since that day. 

But then... came the Shibuya Incident.

 Kenjaku appeared, sealed Gojo, and I was completely devastated. Sukuna destroyed the entire city. The worst part was that Sukuna swapped bodies with Megumi, and he had 18 fingers, and I had to fight him. 

Due to Gojo's sealing, I stepped into the battle against Sukuna. The students attempted to free him in the meantime. Just as I thought I was about to win, he injured me really bad with a World Slash.

Just before my death, Gojo was freed, and I'll never forget his gaze as he held me half-dead in his arms, his tears falling on my cheek.

 I heard his voice unclearly in the background, screaming, crying, "Miura... no, please don't LEAVE ME, PLEASE... I love you so much..." 

I smiled at him one last time and died. 

It was the day Gojo won the battle against Sukuna but fell into depression. He searched through all the Jujutsu books, even quit his job as a teacher, and inquired with black magicians if it was possible to bring the dead back.

 But they, too, shook their heads. He sat by a lake where the full moon was reflected in the water. He was at the end of his rope when suddenly a voice behind him sounded. He turned around.

 It was a spirit, hovering around with a devilish smile. 

"I can grant your heart's desire, but in return, every time you switch to another dimension, you must give me a part of your soul." 

Without hesitation, he agreed.

 But Gojo thought that the second time he would succeed...