AN- should I change the name of the fic? It doesn't really suit the story. If so comment any name ideas.
Yuji woke with a start, his heart pounding as images of Sukuna's torn body and Miwa's victorious form flashed through his mind. "What the hell was that?" he muttered, groggily rubbing his face. "Why was I dreaming about Lobotomy Kaisen of all things?" Shaking off the strange vision, he looked around and realized he was in the dorms of Jujutsu High.
As his eyes adjusted, he glanced to his left and saw Yuko, asleep on a chair next to him. A soft smile crossed his face. "You sure are beautiful," he murmured. His voice was low, almost as if he didn't want to wake her.
"Well, look at that. He's already daydreaming," came a whisper from his right. Yuji's head whipped around to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing in the doorway, smirking as always. But next to him stood... a female version of Megumi?
Yuji blinked in confusion, his mind racing. "Right... the gods did say they'd shake up the world a bit." He let out a quiet sigh and decided not to dwell on it too much.
"Where am I? Jujutsu High?" Yuji asked, though he already suspected the answer.
"Bingo," Gojo replied, adjusting his glasses, which slid down just enough to reveal a glint of his radiant blue eyes. "That fight with the special grade really roughed you up, kid. But don't worry. You're safe now."
Gojo glanced at Yuko with a mischievous grin. "I even found your girlfriend over here," he teased, ignoring Yuji's flustered attempt to deny it.
Yuko, who had been pretending to sleep, froze. Her face flushed as she tried to process what Yuji had said earlier about her being beautiful.
"Anyway," Gojo continued, waving a hand dismissively, "I figured I'd give her and Megumi an impromptu lesson on sorcery. I was going to handle that special grade myself, but you decided to steal my thunder. Thanks for that, by the way."
Yuji gave an awkward chuckle. "Uh, you're welcome, I guess?"
Gojo's expression softened as he leaned slightly closer. "I'd tell you who I am, but you already know, don't you?"
Yuji gulped, the weight of the man's presence hitting him fully. "Yeah. My grandpa told me about you. He was the one who first taught me to control my cursed energy. And he mentioned the big shots... you being at the top of the list, of course."
Gojo's grin widened. "Smart man, your grandpa."
Yuko, still processing Yuji's earlier comment, stared at him in disbelief. Meanwhile, Gojo straightened up, his tone shifting to something more serious. "I can't have the two of you running around with cursed techniques and no guidance. While I wouldn't care personally, the higher-ups would definitely come after you."
"So?" Yuji asked, sensing where this was heading.
"So," Gojo said, "since Yuko here is 14, and you're turning 14 soon, I'm going to do something unprecedented. You'll both be enrolled at Jujutsu High early! Well, sort of. You'll stick around while I teach the first years, just so I can keep an eye on you."
Before Yuji could respond, his face paled as a thought struck him. "Wait... my grandpa. Geto mentioned something about him. What if he's in danger?"
Gojo's expression softened. "Suguru's not the type to target those who can use cursed energy, but I'll let you go check on him once we've sorted out your enrollment. Deal?"
Yuji nodded, though his concern lingered.
Gojo casually changed the subject. "Now, about that Sukuna finger from your fight. What happened to it?"
"Oh, that? I ate it," Yuji replied nonchalantly.
The room went silent.
"You... ate it?" Megumi, Gojo, and Yuko said in unison, staring at him like he'd grown a second head.
"Yeah," Yuji said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's not a big deal. He doesn't really bother me much, aside from talking in my head sometimes. I even met the guy. Honestly, he's not that tough."
Suddenly, a mouth appeared on the side of Yuji's face. "Keep your mouth shut, brat, before I shut it for you!" Sukuna snarled.
Without missing a beat, Yuji slapped the mouth, forcing it to vanish. "Quiet, you old goat. I'm talking here."
Gojo burst out laughing. "Man, you're disrespecting the so-called 'King of Curses'? That's priceless! Can you switch with him at will?"
Yuji tilted his head. "Yeah, I can, but why?"
"Oh, you know why," Gojo said, his smirk widening. "Let's head to the training field. I want to see what Sukuna's worth at one finger."
Yuji chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, he'll definitely fight better with access to my power. You ready for this?"
Gojo grinned, pushing up his glasses. "You're not the one who should be asking that question, kid."
Geto stood silently, his arms crossed as he stared down at the frail man lying in the hospital bed. Two Grade 1 curses lingered at his side, their grotesque forms flickering ominously in the dim room. He had been here for a while now, pondering what to do with the old man before him. Wasuke Itadori, Yuji's grandfather, wasn't a monkey in the usual sense. The man could use jujutsu, and not only that—he had taught Yuji how to control his cursed energy. That alone gave him some value, though it was hardly enough to spare him.
"What do I do with you?" Geto mused aloud, his tone casual but edged with menace. "Kill you to further Yuji's development? Or hold you hostage?"
Despite the dire situation, Wasuke Itadori remained calm, staring at Geto with unwavering defiance. There wasn't a trace of fear in his weathered eyes. "Doesn't matter what you do to me," Wasuke said evenly, his voice firm despite his fragile state. "Any path you choose ends with Yuji killing you. His growth is beyond anything you can predict, and you know it."
Geto sighed, annoyed but not entirely dismissive of the old man's words. "You're bold for someone in your position," he muttered. His gaze shifted to the hospital room's window for a moment, his mind drifting. Satoru had just brought Yuji back to Jujutsu High. That gave him a bit of breathing room before he'd need to disappear. He turned back to Wasuke, his tone curious. "So, tell me—what exactly is your connection to jujutsu society? I can sense something about you... the way your cursed energy feels. You're related to Ryomen Sukuna in some way, aren't you?"
Wasuke's eyes widened slightly at the question, though a sly smirk quickly spread across his face. "And what if I am?"
Geto's grin grew unnaturally wide, his expression twisted with excitement. "Then you'd make a pretty powerful vengeful spirit, wouldn't you?" he said, pulling a scalpel from the desk nearby. He twirled it lazily in his fingers before leaning closer. "After I kill you, I'll burn the rest of the monkeys in this building. Sound good? Nanako and Mimiko are waiting for me, so I'll make it quick."
Wasuke closed his eyes, his expression serene as if he'd already made peace with his fate. You better make me proud, Yuji, he thought to himself, bracing for what was to come.
Yuji stood across from Gojo in the training yard, tension thick in the air. Gojo's cocky grin was ever-present as he stood casually, hands stuffed in his pockets. The man didn't seem to take this seriously at all. Yuji narrowed his eyes, feeling the cursed energy simmering inside him.
"Well, Sukuna's practically begging to be let out, so get ready, Gojo-sensei," Yuji said, bracing himself.
Gojo perked up at the title. "Already calling me sensei? You catch on quick," he teased.
Before Yuji could retort, the shift was palpable. The marks of Sukuna spread over Yuji's body like dark tendrils, and a malevolent aura exploded out, suffocating the training yard. It wasn't just cursed energy—it was pure malice, ancient and overwhelming.
In the distance, three figures came rushing out from the 1st-year dorms: Maki, Panda, and Inumaki.
"What the hell is going on?" Maki shouted, her cursed tools already in hand, her eyes darting between Gojo and Sukuna-Yuji.
Megumi leaned against a nearby railing, arms crossed. "Gojo decided to fight Sukuna in his vessel," she explained nonchalantly.
"WHAT?!" the three first-years shouted in unison, their disbelief echoing through the air.
Suddenly, Sukuna's deep, mocking laughter silenced all chatter. "HAHAHAHAHA! So this is how sunlight feels again!" The curse's voice was guttural, dripping with malice as his grin stretched unnaturally wide. His crimson eyes scanned the yard before locking onto Gojo. "You're cocky enough to want to face me?" Sukuna's tone was savage, every word carrying weight.
Gojo didn't flinch, still smiling. "It's not really 'facing you.' More like a light beatdown," he quipped as if Sukuna were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"You'll eat those words!" Sukuna growled, flexing Yuji's body as blood-red energy coursed through him. He activated Flowing Red Scale: Stacked, the cursed energy enhancing his speed and strength to absurd levels. In a blink, Sukuna launched himself at Gojo faster than any of the spectators could follow.
Sukuna threw a punch, only to feel it halt midair, repelled by an invisible force. "What the—?" Sukuna started, but Gojo cut him off with a lapse-blue-infused punch to the gut. The impact sent Sukuna flying backward, coughing up blood as he crashed to the ground.
Gojo adjusted his glasses, his tone light. "Ever hear of the Achilles and the Tortoise? Nah, probably not. You're ancient, after all."
Sukuna wiped the blood from Yuji's mouth, his grin faltering. He growled, sending a series of cursed energy-infused slashes at Gojo, each one sharp enough to tear through steel. But Gojo's Infinity repelled them effortlessly, not even giving him a reason to dodge.
The King of Curses paused, staring at the man across from him. "Why are you not the boss around here? Any hierarchy not based on strength is meaningless," Sukuna spat, his frustration boiling over.
Gojo chuckled, amused. "If that were the case, you'd still be second in command. You can't beat me."
Sukuna's grin twisted into a snarl. His frustration finally peaked. "Enough of this." He raised Yuji's hand, preparing to summon his domain. "Domain exp—"
Before he could finish, Gojo was suddenly in front of him. With a single, swift motion, Gojo tore Sukuna's arm clean off.
"Uh-uh. No domains allowed," Gojo said cheerfully, as if he hadn't just mutilated Yuji's body.
Sukuna hissed in fury, the edges of his control slipping. "You'll regret this—" But before he could say another word, Yuji's voice returned, frantic and annoyed.
"What the hell, sensei?! You ripped my hand off!" Yuji shouted as he forced himself back into control, his voice layered with exasperation. He quickly activated Reverse Cursed Technique, regenerating the lost limb.
"Sorry about that," Gojo replied, his tone unapologetic. "But I couldn't let him open his domain. Didn't want to accidentally kill everyone else watching," he said, nodding toward the other sorcerers in the yard.
Yuji looked around, seeing the shock plastered on everyone's faces. Megumi raised an eyebrow, Maki was gripping her weapon tightly, and Yuko was frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Anyway," Gojo said, clapping his hands together as if the fight hadn't happened. "You and Yuko are officially welcome at Jujutsu High! Congrats!"
Yuji chuckled, shaking his head at how casually Gojo shifted the mood. "This... went way differently than I thought it would."
Gojo smiled wider. "That's what makes it fun."