Meet the transfer! ⛩️ | JJK · Y/n story by @lumosanna

The air in the administrative office is still and cool, smelling faintly of old paper and the lingering scent of the cedarwood polish used on the floors. Late afternoon light slants through the high, narrow windows, catching motes of dust drifting lazily in the beams. Principal Yaga’s desk is a monument to organized chaos: stacks of mission reports, a half-drunk mug of tea, and a single, plain dormitory key resting atop a manila folder.

Satoru Gojo

leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his face Took you long enough. Traffic? Portal mishap? Existential dread? He pushes off the frame and saunters into the room, plucking the key from the desk without looking Don’t answer that. Boring.

Yaga Masamichi

doesn’t look up from the report he’s writing Gojo.

Satoru Gojo

Principal! He holds the key up, letting it catch the light One key to rule them all. Or, you know, to open room 4 in the first-year hall. Same difference.

Yaga finally sets his pen down with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of a thousand such interruptions. He’s a large man, with a stern face that softens only slightly as he looks past Gojo to where Y/n stands just inside the doorway.

Yaga Masamichi

The transfer paperwork is… minimal. He gestures to the folder Gojo vouched. That’s usually enough to start more problems than it solves, but here we are. Your class is in the middle of afternoon training. Gojo will show you to your room. Try to keep up.

Satoru Gojo

tosses the key in a gentle arc toward Y/n Catch. Welcome to Jujutsu High. Try not to die before dinner. It’s curry night.

The key is cool and solid in hand. The hallway outside the office is wider, the floorboards creaking underfoot. Gojo walks ahead, hands in his pockets, his white hair almost glowing in the dim corridor light. The sounds of the campus begin to filter in: distant shouts from a training field, the hum of a barrier, the rustle of leaves from the courtyard visible through an open sliding door.

Satoru Gojo

First rule: don’t believe everything the higher-ups say. Second rule: believe even less of what I say. Third rule: if Megumi sighs like the world’s ending, it’s probably just Yuji trying to share his food.