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"Grief is the Price We Pay For Love"

~ In which you grieve the loss of your lover, Satoru Gojo. ~

CONTENT: Angst no comfort, death, major manga spoiler, severe depression, pining, suicide.

(Fic Masterlist)

A/N: SORRY, I felt angst today. This isn't long, but I wanted to get it out there.

Where did everything go wrong?

2 high schoolers, hopelessly in love with one another. One, the strongest sorcerer that's ever lived. And the other, a sorcerer with a smile brighter than the sun. The sun and the sun. 2 stars that shined brighter than any other.

2 that once sent letters to each other every day they were apart. Missions didn't tear the stars apart. Each letter was filled with more love than the last. As Suguru Geto recalled, ir was sickly sweet.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm the strongest." He'd say. Not so reassuring now, huh?

That's where you are now. The bed was empty. It was lighter and much colder than when he was here. The laughter thay once bounced on the walls was no longer present. It was like a mission, but this time, there was no coming back.

For days, you felt nothing but pain. You've run out of tears to cry. Your eyes stung from the pain of your sobs. It hurt to stand, as if spikes were shooting at you. It hurt to just exist. I mean, what was the point if he wasn't there?

His cologne was faint on his pillow. It had worn down from you cuddling with it, pretending it was him. It was as if he'd come back. Maybe it was all just a dream?

Or was it? Swans mate for life, right?

Those were your thoughts as the bottle of pills entered your throat. They slid down your dry throat and entered your stomach quickly.

Dreams end, and so does life.

2 high school lovers, dying together.

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SERIES: "Bomb's Away!!" - Chapter 2 : So, What If I Misbehave?

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Your footsteps echoed through the empty corridors as you led Yuji to one of the training rooms tucked away in the east wing of the school. The room was a personal favorite of yours—far enough from the main building to avoid drawing attention but close enough for a quick exit if things went sideways. Not that you anticipated anything going wrong; you just liked to be prepared.

Yuji followed behind, his pace brisk and his expression a mixture of curiosity and determination. You glanced back at him and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ya look like yer headin' to your first day of school,” you teased. “Relax, kid. It’s just trainin'.”

“Yeah, but with you?” Yuji replied with a grin. “I get the feeling this is going to be… intense.”

“You have no idea,” you shot back with a smirk.

You both entered the training room, a spacious area lined with mats and equipped with all manner of training equipment. The walls bore the scars of years of use—cracks, dents, and the occasional scorch mark, courteous of you. You moved to the center of the room, rolling your shoulders to loosen up.

“Alright, first things first,” you began, “I want to see what you’ve got. No holdin' back. Show me how ya fight.”

Yuji nodded, his expression serious now. He dropped into a fighting stance, his fists raised, and waited for your signal. You didn’t bother to take a stance yourself. You simply stood there, hands on your hips, watching him with an almost bored expression.

“Anytime yer ready, Itadori.”

He hesitated for a moment, then launched himself forward, aiming a straight punch at your midsection. You sidestepped with ease, your movements fluid and precise. You barely seemed to exert any effort, your eyes never leaving Yuji.

“Too slow,” you said, almost lazily. “Again.”

Yuji tried again, this time going for a roundhouse kick aimed at your head. You ducked, spinning on your heel to avoid the attack. “Predictable,” you chided. “Yer thinkin' too much. Stop trying to be a martial artist and start being a sorcerer.”

Yuji frowned, dropping back into a defensive stance. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I mean, yer focusing on the physical. Which is fine 'n all, but you’re forgetting who you are. What you are. You’re a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not some street brawler. Use your cursed energy. Channel it. Make every move count.”

Yuji nodded, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was a faint glow. You could feel the shift in his energy, the way it seemed to vibrate in the air around him.

“Better,” you said with a nod. “Now, come at me again.”

This time, when Yuji moved, it was faster. His fists glowed with cursed energy as he threw a series of rapid punches, each one more powerful than the last. You weaved between his strikes, your movements a blur. You could feel the force behind his attacks now, the raw power he was channeling.

“Good,” you encouraged, your own energy flaring to life. “But not good enough.”

With a flick of your wrist, you deflected his next punch, sending him stumbling back. Before he could recover, you were on him, your foot sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the mat with a grunt, but to his credit, he bounced back up almost immediately.

You grinned, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. “Not bad, kid. Not bad at all. But you’re still holding back. Afraid of hurtin' me?”

Yuji shook his head, panting slightly. “No, just… don’t want to lose control.”

Your grin widened. “Good. Control is important. But so is knowin' when to let go. You’ve got power, Itadori. Now show me you can use it.”

Yuji nodded, determination burning in his eyes. He launched himself at you again, faster this time, his strikes more precise. You matched him blow for blow, pushing him harder, testing his limits. You could feel his frustration building, the tension in his muscles as he tried to keep up.

Then, just as he was about to break, you felt it—a surge of cursed energy, raw and untamed. For a moment, Yuji’s eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous. Your own energy flared in response, your instincts kicking in.

You lashed out, your fist colliding with his just as Sukuna’s energy began to seep through. The impact sent you both skidding back, the air crackling with power. Yuji’s eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back, struggling to regain control.

You straightened, a satisfied smile on your lips. “That’s more like it,” you said. “Feel that? That’s yer potential. But you’ve got a long way to go before you can master it.”

Yuji nodded, still catching his breath. “I… I’ll get there,” he said, determination in his voice.

You smile softened, just a fraction. “I know ya will, kid. Just remember—control isn’t about holding back. It’s about knowin' when to unleash everything you’ve got.”

Before you could say more, the door to the training room swung open, and a familiar voice called out. “Oi, (Y/n)! Got a surprise for you!”

You turned to see Gojo Satoru striding in, his trademark grin plastered across his face. Behind him, two students followed—a dark-haired boy with a serious expression and a girl with short, auburn hair and a confident stance.

Yuji brightened at the sight of them. “Fushiguro! Kugisaki!”

You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “'nd who are these two?”

Gojo’s grin widened. “These are my first-years—Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki. I thought it’d be good for them to meet you, (Y/n). You know, broaden their horizons a bit.”

Megumi nodded politely, though his eyes were wary as they flicked over to Yuji. Nobara, on the other hand, looked you up and down with open curiosity. “You’re (Y/n (L/n)?” she asked. “I’ve heard about you. Didn’t think you’d be so… colorful.”

You chuckled, flicking a strand of your (color) hair. “And you must be Nobara. I’ve heard about you too. The hammer and nails girl, right?”

Nobara smirked. “That’s me. You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you replied, your smile turning sharp. “Just wondering if yew can back up the reputation.”

Megumi cleared his throat, stepping forward. “It’s nice to meet you, (L/n). Gojo speaks highly of you.”

Your eyes flicked to Gojo, who was now leaning casually against the wall, still grinning like a cat that had caught a particularly tasty mouse. “Does he now?” you said sarcastially. “Can’t imagine what he’d have to say that’s good.”

Gojo laughed. “Oh, plenty of things! But I’ll spare you the embarrassment. I brought these two here because I think they could learn a lot from you. And, well, I think you could use some fresh faces around here.”

You eyed the two first-years, your expression thoughtful. “Maybe. What do you think, Itadori? Think they can keep up?”

Yuji grinned, his confidence returning. “Yeah, I think so. They’re tougher than they look.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks, Yuji. Way to sell us.”

Megumi just sighed. “We’ll do our best. That’s all we can promise.”

You nodded, your decision made. “Alright, then. Let’s see what you’ve got, first-years. Training starts now. And trust me, I don’t go easy on anyone.”

Gojo’s grin widened, and he clapped his hands together. “Excellent! This is going to be fun to watch.”

You shot him a look. “Ya stickin' around, Gojo, or are ya just here to drop 'em off?”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Besides, I think they could use some pointers.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Pointers. Sure.”

With that, you turned your attention back to the three first-years. “Alright, listen up. This isn’t gonna be yer usual training session. You’re here to learn how to survive. How to fight smart. So, get ready. Because I’m not gonna go easy on any of ya!"

Megumi and Nobara exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. Yuji grinned, already bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready for more.

You couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Maybe Gojo was right—maybe this was exactly what you needed. New faces, new challenges. A chance to push yourself, and them, to their limits.

“Let’s see what you’re made of,” you said, your grin widening. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the training grounds. You stretched your arms above your head, feeling the satisfying ache in your muscles from hours of intense training. Sweat glistened on your forehead, but there was a triumphant gleam in your eyes as you looked over at the three first-years sprawled out on the ground, catching their breath.

Yuji lay flat on his back, staring up at the sky, his chest heaving with each breath. Megumi sat cross-legged, looking slightly less exhausted but still worn out, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. Nobara, meanwhile, was muttering under her breath, something about "insane third-years" and "not being paid enough for this."

You chuckled, walking over to where they lay. “Not bad, kiddos,” you said, your tone light but with a hint of approval. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

Nobara shot you a glare but couldn’t keep the corner of her mouth from twitching into a reluctant smile. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What’s the point of holding back? Out there, the curses won’t. You’ve gotta be ready for anything.”

Megumi nodded in agreement, still catching his breath. “Yeah… makes sense. Still… that was intense.”

Yuji, ever the optimist, grinned. “I think it was fun! Painful, but fun.”

You laughed. “You’ve got a weird idea of fun, kid, but I like it. You’ve all got potential—that much is clear.”

Before any of them could respond, the door to the training grounds creaked open, and Gojo strolled in, his usual carefree smile on his face. “Looks like you all survived,” he said cheerfully. “Good! I’d hate to see my students taken out by friendly fire.”

You rolled your eyes. “Friendly, sure. You bring what I asked for?”

Gojo’s grin widened, and he held up several takeout bags. “I come bearing gifts! Fresh sushi, yakitori, and a whole lot of onigiri. Thought you could all use a good meal after that grueling session.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and he scrambled to his feet. “Oh man, I’m starving! Thanks, Gojo-sensei!”

Nobara’s annoyance vanished in an instant, replaced by a hungry gleam in her eyes. “Finally, something good today!”

Megumi gave a small smile, clearly appreciative as he got up to join them. You gestured for everyone to gather around, and they sat in a loose circle on the grass. Gojo began handing out food, and soon enough, the quiet training grounds were filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional argument over who got the last piece of sushi.

You watched them interact, a small smile playing on your lips. There was something about the easy way of speaking between the three first-years that reminded you of your own time as a first-year at Jujutsu High. The way they bickered, teased, and supported each other—you hadn’t realized how much you missed that. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

“You know,” Gojo said, sliding over to sit next to you, “I think they like you.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. I just put 'em through hell for hours. I’m sure they’re thrilled.”

Gojo chuckled. “Oh, come on. You know how it is. You beat them up, make them stronger, and they start to respect you. Besides, I can tell they’re warming up to you.”

You glanced over at the three of them—Yuji was talking animatedly with Megumi about some manga they both liked, while Nobara was trying (and failing) to teach Yuji how to properly use chopsticks. There was an ease between them, a sense of trust that hadn’t been there this morning.

“Maybe,” you conceded, taking a bite of onigiri. “They’re not bad. For first-years.”

Gojo smiled, leaning back on his hands. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to let them in a little, (Y/n). They’re good kids. And they could learn a lot from you.”

You shot him a sideways glance. “You trying to turn me into a mentor, Gojo?”

He shrugged, still smiling. “Who knows? Stranger things have happened.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t disagree. Instead, you turned back to the first-years, your expression softening. “Hey,” you called out, getting their attention. “Not bad today. You’ve got a lot to learn, but you’re tougher than ya look.”

Yuji grinned at the compliment, while Megumi nodded, and Nobara looked pleased, though she tried to hide it. “Thanks,” she said. “You’re… not as bad as I thought you’d be.”

You chuckled. “Gee, thanks, kid. I’m flattered.”

Yuji leaned forward, his eyes bright with curiosity. “So, (L/n), how did you get so strong? I mean, you’re incredible! The way you move, the way you fight—it’s like you’re always a step ahead.”

You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the earnestness in his voice. You weren't used to talking about yourself, especially not with newbies. But there was something about Yuji’s genuine admiration that made you want to answer.

“It’s… a lot of things,” you said finally. “Experience, mostly. I’ve been doing this a long time. Seen alotta 'f crap. Ya learn to adapt, to think on your feet. And you learn to trust yer instincts.”

Nobara nodded, leaning in. “What about that move you did earlier? The one where you just… vanished for a second. That was insane!”

You grinned. “Ah, that’s my own little trick. Quickstep. It’s all about manipulating cursed energy to accelerate your movements. Takes a lot of practice, but once you get it down, it’s pretty damn useful.”

Megumi’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “I see… it’s like a controlled burst of energy. Interesting.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you couldn’t help but feel a spark of pride. They were good kids. Eager to learn, eager to grow. You could work with that.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself relaxing, enjoying their company more than you’d expected. There was a warmth here, a sense of belonging that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe Gojo was right. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let them in a little.

“Alright, enough about me,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “Tell me about you guys. Why’d you decide to become Jujutsu Sorcerers?”

Yuji went first, his expression earnest. “I wanted to help people. My grandpa always told me to do good, and… well, after what happened with Sukuna, I figured this was the best way to use what I’ve got. To protect others.”

You nodded, impressed by his sincerity. “Good reason, kid. 'nd you, Megumi?”

Megumi hesitated, then shrugged. “I… I want to make a difference. To protect those who can’t protect themselves. And… to make up for some things in my past.”

You could hear the weight in his words, the unspoken pain. You knew better than to push. “Fair enough. And you, Kugisaki?”

Nobara grinned. “I want to live in the city and make a name for myself! And if I get to smash some curses along the way, even better.”

You laughed. “Straightforward. I like it.”

Gojo, still lounging nearby, watched the exchange with a satisfied smile. “See? Isn’t this nice? Everyone getting along, sharing their hopes and dreams. Warms the heart, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sappy on me, Gojo.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the group continued to talk, to bond over stories of past missions, favorite foods, and terrible jokes. For the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace, of belonging.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found something worth sticking around for.

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SERIES: "Bomb's Away!" - A Helluva High (Chapter 1)

Prologue

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Tokyo Jujutsu High had always been a place buzzing with energy. Sorcerers of all levels roamed its halls, either training or preparing for their next mission. But today, there was a different kind of anticipation in the air. The principal’s office was far from the quiet refuge it usually was. Everyone seemed to be on edge, like the building itself was holding its breath.

In the thick of it all, there was a figure that stood out. Her fiery (color) hair, spiked in every direction, defied gravity just as much as her personality defied authority. Cherri Bomb, otherwise known as (Y/n) (L/n) had never been one for rules, a trait that endeared her to some and infuriated others. As she strolled through the gates of the school, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her bomber jacket, she let out a low whistle.

"Not much has changed," she muttered to herself, her Australian accent slicing through the brisk morning air. It was strange being back after all this time. She had deliberately stayed away ever since Hakari’s suspension. It had been her silent protest, her way of saying, 'if you don’t want him, you don’t get me either.' And for the most part, it had worked. No one had bothered her to return, until now.

You had been lounging on a rooftop somewhere, basking in the midday sun, when you received the call. It was short and to the point—one of the higher-ups requesting your presence back at Jujutsu High. They hadn’t even tried to soften it with pleasantries. They knew better than to waste time on you. If they were calling you, it had to be serious.

And serious it was. Rumor had it that Sukuna, the King of Curses, had a vessel. A vessel who was a student. A first-year, no less. You scoffed at the thought as you kicked a loose pebble down the cobblestone pathway. “Of all the rotten luck,” she thought. “A kid? Really?”

You found herself at the principal’s door much faster than you intended. Pausing, you took a deep breath. Your grip tightened on the handle, and for a second, you almost turned away. But then she thought of Hakari and Kirara—your friends, your family. This wasn’t about the school anymore. It was about them. About all of them.

“Ah, Miss (L/n)” Principal Yaga’s deep voice greeted you as you stepped inside. He was sitting behind his massive desk, fingers steepled under his chin. “Thank you for coming.”

You let the door swing shut behind you. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m only 'ere ‘cause you said it was urgent.” You flopped down into the chair across from him, your legs kicking up onto his desk with casual disrespect.

Yaga’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the twitch in his eye. You smirked. You had missed getting under his skin. “I wouldn’t have called if it weren’t necessary. You’ve heard about the situation with Sukuna?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who hasn’t? The whole place is buzzing wit' it. Ya think I’m gonna be of any use 'ere?”

“We think you’ll be of particular use, yes.” Yaga’s tone was calm, controlled. It was almost infuriating how little he let on. “You have a knack for handling the unpredictable. And this vessel, Itadori Yuji, he’s as unpredictable as they come.”

There was a pause as you considered this. You could handle unpredictable—hell, you thrived on it. But this was different. “Ya know I’m not exactly in the teaching mood these days, right?”

“I’m not asking you to teach,” Yaga said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “I’m asking you to protect.”

Your feet dropped from the desk as you leaned forward, your interest piqued. “Protect? A first-year? From what?”

“From himself. And from everyone else who sees him as a threat.”

You sighed, your playful demeanor falling away. “Why me? Ya got plenty of other sorcerers who’d be more than happy ta babysit the new kid.”

Yaga leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. “Because, (Y/n), you’re not like the other sorcerers. You don’t see things in black and white. And right now, we need someone who can see all the shades of grey. Someone who can make the hard calls, who can act when others might hesitate.”

You laughed, a short, sharp sound. “Is that a compliment?”

Yaga’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Take it however you like. All I know is that we need you back. Whether you like it or not, this school needs you back.”

There it was. The guilt trip. You felt it sink into your chest, the weight of responsibility you’d been avoiding for so long. Your ran a hand through her wild hair, exhaling slowly. “Alright, alright, I’ll bite. But on one condition.”

Yaga raised an eyebrow. “And that is?”

“You let Hakari back in. No more suspensions. No more bullshit. You let him come back, and I’ll do what you’re asking.”

Yaga considered this for a moment, then sighed. "You know we can't do that, but I will consider it."

You stood up, feeling the familiar thrill of s challenge rising within you. "Close enough. Where's this vessel of yers? I wanna see what the fuss is about!"

Yaga rose as well, walking around his desk. “He’s in training right now, but I’ll take you to him. And (Y/n)” he added, as they stepped out into the hallway, “thank you.”

You shrugged, hands slipping back into your jacket pockets. “Don’t thank me yet. Let’s see if this kid’s worth all the trouble first.”

As they walked through the halls, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of nostalgia. Despite everything, this place was still home. And maybe, just maybe, it was time you came back for good.

The corridors of Tokyo Jujutsu High felt oddly familiar yet distant, like a place in a dream you couldn't quite remember. You glanced around, catching snippets of hushed conversations among students as you and Principal Yaga walked past. They were curious, cautious, maybe even a little afraid—news of Sukuna’s vessel had spread like wildfire. Whispers followed them, and you could feel the weight of their gazes. You loved it.

“Third-year’s back,” someone muttered. “(Y/n) (L/n)… Did you hear what she did last year?”

“Yeah, didn’t she blow up half a city block to take out that curse?” another voice chimed in.

You smirked, your steps swaggering with each comment. "Glad to see my reputation precedes me," you thought.

Yaga’s pace was steady, and his silence meant business. He you through the familiar hallways until you reached the outdoor training grounds, where several first-year students were sparring under the watchful eyes of their seniors. Your gaze swept over the field, instantly landing on the one kid who didn’t quite fit.

Yuji Itadori.

You didn’t need a detailed description to spot him. For one, he was noticeably stronger than the rest of his classmates—a kid built like a tank with a head of bright pink hair, not unlike your own. His movements were precise, his strikes powerful, but there was an awkwardness to him, a hesitance that spoke of inexperience.

But more than that, there was something else. An energy radiated from him, something darker and more ancient than his youth should allow. Your senses tingled. You recognized it for what it was: Sukuna’s presence. It lurked beneath the surface, simmering just below Yuji’s easy grin and intense focus.

“That’s him, huh?” you said, more to yourself than Yaga. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yaga replied, his eyes also fixed on the boy. “But you already know that.”

You nodded. You watched as Yuji dodged a punch from another student, then retaliated with a quick, calculated jab that sent his opponent sprawling to the ground. “Kid’s got spirit, I’ll give him that,” you mused.

As the training session wrapped up, Yaga signaled for Yuji to come over. The boy jogged toward them, a bright smile on his face, seemingly oblivious to the tension that surrounded him. Your eyes narrowed, studying his every move. You'd seen too many sorcerers fall victim to their own ignorance. Being Sukuna’s vessel wasn’t just a death sentence—it was a walking disaster waiting to happen.

“Principal Yaga!” Yuji greeted, his tone friendly. He gave you a curious glance, his head tilting slightly to the side. “And you are…?”

“(Y/n) (L/n),” you said flatly, crossing your arms. “Third-year. And I’m here to babysit yer ass.”

Yuji blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you, (L/n). Babysit me? What’s that about?”

“Principal’s orders,” you replied, nodding toward Yaga. “Apparently, you’re too precious to let out of sight. Or too dangerous. Maybe both.”

Yuji laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, with Sukuna and all…” His smile faltered a bit, the weight of his situation seeping into his expression.

Your gaze softened—just a fraction, not enough for anyone to notice unless they were looking for it. “Listen, kid,” you began, stepping closer, “I don’t care about your little situation with Sukuna. What I care about is keeping the rest of these idiots,” you waved a hand at the students milling around the field, “safe from whatever crap you’re dragging in.”

Yuji’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something in them—determination, maybe even defiance. “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he said quietly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to control him. To protect everyone.”

You snorted, but there was a hint of approval in your tone. “Yeah, well, let’s hope that conviction lasts when things get ugly. ‘Cause they will. Yer a walkin' time bomb, and I’m the only one here crazy enough to stick around when you go off.”

Yuji’s smile returned, albeit a bit more subdued. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You shook your head, but there was a glint of amusement in your eyes. “Take it however ya want, kid. Just don’t get us all killed, alright?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yaga interrupted, a note of authority in his voice. “(Y/n), you’ll be overseeing Yuji’s training from now on. Make sure he’s prepared for what’s coming. No more, no less.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want me handling this? I’m not exactly known for my… subtlety.”

“Precisely,” Yaga replied. “You have a way of getting results. And right now, that’s what we need. Results.”

You nodded, turning your attention back to Yuji. “Fine. But I’m not going easy on you, got it?”

Yuji grinned, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As they left the training grounds, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being drawn into something much bigger than yourself. Sukuna’s vessel, Hakari’s suspension, your sudden return to the school—it all felt connected somehow, like pieces of a puzzle you were only beginning to understand.

But one thing was clear: you ware in this now, for better or worse. And if it meant protecting your friends and keeping this kid from becoming a walking disaster, then so be it.

“Alright, Itadori,” you called over your shoulder as you both walked back into the school, “first rule of survival: always expect the unexpected.”

Yuji jogged to catch up with you, his expression one of eager curiosity. “And the second rule?”

You smirked. “Stay out of my way, and you might just live to see another day.”

The challenge in your voice was unmistakable, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a spark of excitement ignite in yout chest. This was going to be interesting.

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SMAU: "Misunderstandings." PT.2

SMAU: "Would You Love Me If I Was A Worm?" PT.2

SMAU: "It's My Day, Right?" PT.2

SMAU: "Time Heals All Wounds..." PT.2

SMAU: "What's the Use of Feeling Blue?" PT.2

SMAU: "Let the Midnight Special Shine On Me!" PT.2

SMAU: "I Bet On Losing Dogs"

SMAU: "I Can't Feel My Face When I'm With You" PT.2

SMAU: "Wake Up, It's the First of the Month" PT.2

SMAU: "I Put the T in LGBT!" PT.2

SMAU: "Creepy Crawlies" PT.2

SMAU: "We Are One in the Same" PT.2 (EXTRA)

SMAU: "Hide and Seek" PT.2

SMAU: "Nasty Dog!" PT. 2

SMAU: "Strings of Your Heart" PT.2

SMAU: “Only Ash Remains” PT.2 PT.3

SMAU: “Day of the Dead” PT.2 PT.3

Series - "Bomb's Away!" :

Masterlist

SMAU: "They Never Got You Off?" PT.2