Jujutsu High was quiet in the way it only ever was at dawn.
The cherry blossoms hadn't started falling yet. The air still had that crisp morning bite. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out once, then fell silent.
The door to the staff quarters opened.
You stepped out in your mission coat, hair tied back, blade secured at your hip. Three months pregnant. Completely ready to leave.
You made it exactly four steps before a familiar arm blocked your path.
Gojo Satoru
leaning against the doorframe, glasses pushed up, one eye visible and very, very pointedAnd where do you think you're going?
