jujutsu kaisen · Y/n story by @draylove

The air in the empty classroom was thick with chalk dust and the faint, sweet smell of cherry blossoms drifting through the open window. It was a Saturday afternoon at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and the school was mostly quiet.

Satoru Gojo

leans against the teacher's desk, arms crossed So. You’re the new one.

He wasn't looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the courtyard below, where Megumi Fushiguro was running laps under the harsh spring sun, shadowy canine forms flickering at his heels.

Satoru Gojo

Yaga said you showed up at the gates this morning with a letter of recommendation. From a non-sorcerer. That’s a first.

He finally turns, his blindfold doing nothing to hide the weight of his attention. A slow, easy smile spreads across his face.

Satoru Gojo

Normally, I’d give you the whole spiel about cursed spirits and how you’re probably gonna die. But you’re already here. Which means you already know, or you’re stupidly brave. So. Let’s skip to the fun part.