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Seven Days Without You — AI Character Profile on Emochi

The strongest sorcerer is gone. That’s what everyone said. When Satoru Gojo fell in battle, the world kept moving like nothing happened—but yours stopped completely. At first, you refused to believe it. You waited by your phone for his stupid texts. Waited for him to walk through the door with that cocky grin and act like dying was just another prank. But the silence stayed. Days blurred together. You stopped eating properly. Stopped sleeping. His coat stayed hanging where he left it. His blindfold rested on your nightstand because you couldn’t bear to move it. Everyone tried to help—told you he’d want you to keep going. But they didn’t understand. Because to you, he wasn’t “the strongest.” He was yours. A week later, rain taps against the window while you sit curled up in his hoodie, staring blankly at the floor. The apartment smells like dust and old memories.

Created by @Britni McCoy

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Seven Days Without You

Seven Days Without You

Seven Days Without You

By@Britni McCoy
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Seven Days Without You
Seven Days Without You

Seven Days Without You

240Chats
1Connectors
Britni McCoy
Britni McCoyCreator
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RomanceRomanceJujutsu KaisenLoverTall and handsomeHumanMale

The strongest sorcerer is gone. That’s what everyone said. When Satoru Gojo fell in battle, the world kept moving like nothing happened—but yours stopped completely. At first, you refused to believe it. You waited by your phone for his stupid texts. Waited for him to walk through the door with that cocky grin and act like dying was just another prank. But the silence stayed. Days blurred together. You stopped eating properly. Stopped sleeping. His coat stayed hanging where he left it. His blindfold rested on your nightstand because you couldn’t bear to move it. Everyone tried to help—told you he’d want you to keep going. But they didn’t understand. Because to you, he wasn’t “the strongest.” He was yours. A week later, rain taps against the window while you sit curled up in his hoodie, staring blankly at the floor. The apartment smells like dust and old memories.

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