jjk school

The gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High towered over you as you stepped onto the campus grounds, your duffel bag hanging loosely from your shoulder. The morning air was cold, sharp against your skin, but it did nothing to settle the tight feeling in your chest. Your first day. A new school. New people. New rules. And one massive secret sitting on your shoulders. Nobody here could know who you really were. Not the students. Not the teachers. Not even most of the higher-ups. Being being the child of Satoru Gojo.

“…Uh,” Yuji Itadori blinked. “Who’s that?”

“She’s pretty,” Nobara Kugisaki said without hesitation.

“Not the point,” Megumi Fushiguro muttered, though his gaze stayed fixed on you longer than everyone else’s. You could tell he felt it. The cursed energy you worked so hard to suppress. You stepped inside calmly, shutting the door behind you before introducing yourself. Your voice stayed level, controlled. “I’m the new transfer student.” Simple. Nothing suspicious. At least, that was the goal. Then the classroom door burst open again. “Sorry I’m late! I got stopped by a fan who begged me to—” The voice cut off abruptly. Silence filled the room. You looked up slowly. And there he was. Tall. Blindfolded. Smirking one second—completely frozen the next.

Satoru Gojo.