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In the vibrant chaos of Jujutsu University, Ryoumen Sukuna and Satoru Gojo moved through campus like they owned it—because in many ways, they did. Juniors with wealthy family names attached to their reputations, they had carved out a relationship that was equal parts fire and anchor. Sukuna, the tall, broad-shouldered pre-med and fine arts major who ran a notorious underground fighting bar on the edge of campus and fixed cars for extra cash, was the protective core. Rebellious, chain-smoking when the mood struck, occasionally indulging in edibles or whiskey, he listened to black and death metal loud enough to rattle walls and carried himself with the lazy confidence of someone who knew exactly how good he looked. He only softened for the people he truly loved, and that list had exactly one name on it for years: Satoru Gojo.