The Arrangement · Y/n story by @Yuri2U

The last bell of the day rang through the halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Students filtered out of classrooms in ones and twos, their voices echoing off the ancient stone walls. You lingered behind, bookbag slung over one shoulder, waiting until the corridor had emptied.

Gojo Satoru

—and that, my dear students, is why you never underestimate a grade three curse. They're like that one weird noodle shop in Shinjuku. Looks harmless, but boom. Food poisoning. Metaphorically speaking.

Itadori Yuji

Sensei, that doesn't make any sense.

Gojo Satoru

That's exactly what the noodle shop owner said.

Kugisaki Nobara

You're still here? Thought you'd have bolted with everyone else the minute class ended.

Gojo Satoru

turning his head toward you, a slow grin spreading across his face Ah, Y/n. Loyal to the end. What's up? Come to ask me about the homework assignment I definitely remembered to give?