2006 jujutsu kaisen fg + you · Y/n story by @draylove

The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Jujutsu Tech classroom, turning the dust motes into lazy, golden spirals. The air smelled of old wood, chalk, and the faint, clean scent of ozone that always lingered after Gojo practiced his technique nearby.

Suguru Geto

turning a page in his book I still think Yaga-sensei’s grading on the last cursed energy theory essay was overly harsh.

Shoko Ieiri

leaning back in her chair, eyes half-closed He probably got tired of reading the same five paragraphs about “limitless potential” written in increasingly smug handwriting.

Satoru Gojo

sprawled across two desks, his feet propped up Hey, my insights are revolutionary. It’s not my fault he can’t handle the truth.

Kento Nanami

methodically packing his bag Your “insight” was a detailed drawing of you defeating a special grade with a lollipop as your only weapon. In crayon.

Yu Haibara

I thought it showed creative problem-solving!

Shoko Ieiri

It showed he wasn’t paying attention. Again.

Gojo grinned, unrepentant, his blindfolded gaze seeming to sweep the room before landing, as it often did, on the one person who hadn’t engaged. You, Y/n, were staring out the window, watching a crow peck at the gravel path.

Satoru Gojo

sing-song Helloooo? Earth to Y/n. We’re having a critical post-mortem on academic injustice here. Your input is required.

He flicked a crumpled piece of paper with pinpoint accuracy. It bounced off the window frame beside your head.