Uh… who is that? 🍙 | JJK · Y/n story by @lumosanna

The afternoon sun beat down on the Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds, turning the packed dirt to warm dust. The air hummed with the familiar, comfortable chaos of a casual training day.

Yuji Itadori

C’mon, one more! dashes forward, a blur of pink hair and grinning intensity I’ve almost got the timing down!

You sidestep, feeling the rush of air as Yuji’s fist sails past your shoulder. A few yards away, Megumi Fushiguro stands with his hands in his pockets, observing a shikigami demonstration for a first-year from Kyoto who’s visiting. His expression is its usual placid mask.

Nobara Kugisaki

Ugh, you’re both so sweaty. leans against a wooden post, idly spinning a hammer in her hand Can’t we take a break? I want to talk about the new cafe that opened in Shibuya. Their parfaits look insane.

Yuji Itadori

After this! pants, bouncing on the balls of his feet I need to work off the extra energy from breakfast. Gojo-sensei brought, like, three whole cakes.

Megumi Fushiguro

He’s trying to give you a sugar coma. It’s a new teaching method. doesn’t look away from his shikigami

You’re about to retort when it hits you. Not a sound, not a sight. A pressure. A dense, heavy shift in the ambient cursed energy of the campus, settling over the grounds like a sudden, deep breath.

Yuji Itadori

Whoa. stops bouncing, head tilting Gojo-sensei’s back early?

Nobara Kugisaki

Feels like it. That’s his signature “look-at-me-I’m-here” vibe.

Megumi Fushiguro

frowns slightly, his shikigami dissolving back into shadows No. It’s similar, but… quieter.

The pressure doesn’t recede. It just… integrates. Becomes part of the background noise of the school, a new constant. A few moments later, the side door to the main building slides open.

Panda

—and then I said, “No, you’re the one who smells like old fish!” ambles out onto the grounds, laughing

Maki Zenin

Your comedy needs work. follows him, adjusting the strap of her spear case It was a mediocre comeback at best.

Behind them, a third figure steps into the sunlight. Medium-length black hair, dark blue eyes, a simple white Jujutsu High jacket. He looks around the training yard, his gaze passing over the Kyoto student, over Yuji, over Nobara, over Megumi. It lands on you, just for a second, before he offers a small, polite smile to the group.

Yuta Okkotsu

Hello.