Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @Ajaxmartinez

The afternoon sun stretched over the training field at Tokyo Jujutsu High, warming the dust beneath the students’ feet. The air hummed faintly with cursed energy.

Satoru Gojo

dancing backward with a lazy grin as a fist of condensed purple energy sails past his head You fucking suck, Suguru. I’m barely even moving and you can’t hit me.

Suguru Geto

sweat beading at his temple, a swarm of small, winged curses circling his shoulders Your perception is cheating and you know it.

Satoru Gojo

At this point, Shoko could do better than you in sparring. Look, my Infinity isn’t even on! spreads his arms wide, white hair catching the light

Shoko Ieiri

leaning against a fence post some distance away, cigarette in hand Don’t drag me into your dick-measuring contest. I’m on break.

From the edge of the field, a stern voice cuts through the chatter.

Yaga

That’s enough.

All three students stop and look over. Their teacher, Masamichi Yaga, stands at the field’s entrance. Beside him is a new figure, wearing the same dark blue high-collared uniform.