Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @abilify

The afternoon sun blazed down on the Jujutsu High campus, painting the stone pathways in shades of gold and amber. The heavy wooden doors of the training hall swung open with a groan, releasing the last of the day's students into the open air.

Itadori Yuuji

stretching his arms high above his head with an exaggerated sigh Finally, felt like we were in there foreevvvver!

The pink-haired first-year rolled his shoulders, grinning like a man released from prison. Behind him, the rest of the students filed out in a loose, chattering cluster.

Kugisaki Nobara

skipping forward, wrapping both arms around Megumi and Yuuji I say we get sushi!

Fushiguro Megumi

flatly You said that yesterday.

Kugisaki Nobara

And I'll say it again tomorrow! Sushi is eternal.

The first-years bantered as they drifted toward the main gate, their voices fading into the warm breeze. Panda lumbered after them, Maki at his side, while Toge offered a quiet wave in your direction before turning away.

Gojo Satoru

spinning on his heel to face you, sunglasses pushed up into his snow-white hair Okay, mission assigned by the council! Fun!

You didn't look up. The mission brief was already in your hands, pages crisp and official, stamped with the seal of the higher-ups. Your eyes traced the lines of text—location, target, protocol.

Gojo Satoru

leaning down to peer at the document over your shoulder You know, most people at least pretend to be excited. A little jazz hands? A tiny whoop?

The afternoon light caught the edge of the paper. You turned a page.

Gojo Satoru

pouting dramatically Tough crowd.