Kaisagiのファンフィクションで、お互いの過去のトラウマを乗り越えて愛を見つけるストーリーを教えてください。

There's a 'Kaisagi' AU that lives rent-free in my head where Suguru runs a tiny ramen shop after leaving jujutsu society. Satoru stumbles in one rainy night, half-delirious from a mission, and something about the way Suguru doesn't ask questions just... clicks. The fic spends chapters unraveling their walls—Satoru's performative cheerfulness, Suguru's faux apathy—through small acts. Letting the other see their cursed techniques fail, sharing childhood photos, screaming into the ocean at 3AM. What kills me is how the author mirrors their growth with 'Jujutsu Kaisen' themes: when they finally kiss, it's during a fight against a curse that feeds on loneliness, and their combined power isn't just strength—it's proof they're no longer alone.

A 'Kaisagi' coffee shop AU shattered me recently. Barista Suguru recognizes regular customer Satoru's thousand-yard stare—he's seen it in war veterans. Their 'romance' begins with Suguru sliding a cinnamon latte across the counter with a note: 'Too much sugar hides bitter things.' What follows isn't grand gestures but quiet understanding: leaving the back door unlocked when Satoru has night terrors, Suguru learning to accept help after collapsing from overwork. The fic parallels 'Jujutsu Kaisen's' motif of burdens shared; when Satoru finally cries, it's into Suguru's apron, stained with coffee grounds and tears. The realism gutted me—love as daily choice, not destiny.

I've always been drawn to 'Kaisagi' fanfics that explore trauma and healing, especially when it's done with raw honesty. There's this one story where Satoru's past as a jujutsu sorcerer collides with Suguru's own demons, and their bond becomes a lifeline. The author doesn't shy away from the ugly moments—nightmares, panic attacks, the way they flinch at unexpected touches. But what gets me is the gradual shift: sharing bentos in silence becomes whispered confessions, and a brush of fingers against scars stops feeling like pity. It's not just romance; it's two broken people learning to be fragile together. The fic uses 'Jujutsu Kaisen' lore brilliantly, like when Suguru helps Satoru reframe his 'strongest' identity not as isolation but as something to share. The ending isn't neat, but that's the point—healing isn't linear, and love doesn't erase pain, it just makes it bearable.

My favorite 'Kaisagi' trauma fic starts with them as strangers on a train. Suguru notices Satoru's white-knuckle grip on the seat—turns out they both hate tunnels for different reasons. The whole story unfolds in transit: missed stops, shared umbrellas, Satoru impulsively buying them matching ugly keychains. The magic is in how their vulnerabilities surface organically. Suguru admits he counts ceiling tiles to calm down; Satoru confesses he hums children's songs during thunderstorms. By the time they reach the final station, they're holding hands without realizing it. The author nails 'Jujutsu Kaisen's' emotional core—finding light in darkness.

This 'Kaisagi' fic rewrote my brain chemistry. Set post-Shibuya, it imagines Suguru surviving but with fragmented memories. Satoru visits daily, pretending to be 'just an old friend,' until Suguru finds a photo of them young and happy—then the dam breaks. The author captures 'Jujutsu Kaisen's tragedy beautifully: their love isn't fresh start but salvage operation. Satoru relearns Suguru's new laugh; Suguru discovers Satoru's fear of hospitals. Their first real kiss tastes like medicine and regret, but also hope. It's messy, aching, and perfect.