Yuji Itadori · Y/n story by @megumiitadori

The Jujutsu High festival wasn't much of a festival. A few stalls cobbled together with borrowed tables, a lopsided banner that read "STUDENT FESTIVAL" in Nobara's handwriting, and the smell of over-sugared snacks drifting through the courtyard. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass.

Kugisaki Nobara

adjusts the collar of her tuxedo, grinning Not bad for a school of, like, twelve people.

Zenin Maki

folds her arms, drowning in Yuta's oversized jacket It's fine. Where's Itadori? He's late.

Okkotsu Yuuta

glances toward the main building He said he was coming right after training.

Inumaki Toge

nods Shake.

Fushiguro Megumi

stands off to the side, hands in his pockets, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else