Archive of Our Own

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–What anime would you never want to get into?

–Jujutsu Kaisen.

–Isn't this your favorite anime?

–Yes, but... if I'd been in it, I probably wouldn't have lived a year…

 You were a completely ordinary person for many years. Yes, a little weird... but who among us isn't weird? You led your usual life as a quiet teenager who opened up about your noisy side to friends and family. Manga, books, fanfiction, TV series, movies... you loved it all, just like any normal person.

And like any normal person, you had your favorite character. Someone you care more about than your own life. Someone about whom you are ready to read hundreds of fictional stories, because the original work of the author was not enough. Someone with whom you are willing to buy posters and hang them all over the wall in your room.

For you, it was Satoru Gojo.

You adored this man! And how can you not love him? You just wanted to jump on his tall body and hug him! But unfortunately, you couldn't do that.

 You can draw a lot of conclusions from a person's favorite character, such as whether everything is all right with their head... or at least find out what kind of people they like. And you liked... Satoru Gojo.

Unfortunately, people like him are not found in the real world… and if you do find them, they'll either be in a relationship with someone else, or they won't want you to be their girlfriend. The cruelty of life. But you didn't give up on wanting to find the love of your life, as it was very important to you.

Nothing out of the ordinary should have happened that day. You cleaned the house, dug up boxes and tried to find at least something useful among the garbage that had accumulated in each room. And so, once again throwing things on the floor to then shove them into a garbage bag, you found a locket that you had never seen before.

It was gold and looked quite old. It was like the kind of jewelry where characters in movies keep photos of their family or friends. Thinking that the locket belonged to your parents and grandparents, you opened the lid, looking into an empty, black mirror that did not reflect either you or your room.

–Is it broken or something?..

You decided to leave the item so that if something happened, you wouldn't get hit on the head for throwing out an important memory, and therefore put it aside. You continued cleaning, and then went to take out numerous black bags.

When you returned, the locket was not lying as you had left it. You didn't have any pets at home, you couldn't have accidentally kicked it when you were walking towards the exit, because you put it on the nightstand... and it was now lying on the floor.

You came closer, sat down and picked up the item. Opened and…

"Rise, sleeping star."

You squeezed your eyes shut, blinded by the intense light, and when you opened them, you found yourself... in someone's bedroom?

You frowned and looked around, not quite sure what was going on. On your chest was the same locket that you found in the trash... but there were also many other clothes that you couldn't explain.

You got up and looked at yourself and the room around you, found a full-length mirror, and went to it. First, you were wearing a traditional, heavy light pink kimono decorated with flowers, ribbons, and some birds. Secondly, you wore a high hairstyle with a lot of jewelry, which made it difficult for you to stand. Third, you were in a large but half-empty wooden bedroom with a double bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, a mirror, and a few small items.

 Did I get caught in some historical movie about Japan? You frowned and looked around more actively, trying to understand what had happened. You didn't want to give in to the panic, even though it was slowly suffocating you.

–So, there's a chandelier on the ceiling, and I can see sockets on the walls, so it's definitely our time or something, – you muttered to yourself as you continued to stare in the mirror. – I was transported here because of a locket that I've never seen before, even though I often went through my mother's jewelry drawer. I would say that I was reborn in some kind of story, but so far it looks more like I was kidnapped and wanted to be forcibly married.

After you mumbled the last word, the maid knocked on the door. You let in a young-looking girl in a yukata, she bowed and said something that made your eyes pop:

-(Y/N)-sama, your father is waiting for you. He is ready to discuss your future marriage.

 Did I... get the ability to predict the future?! You blinked a couple of times and nodded weakly, deciding to talk to "father" first and then deal with everything else. So, if I have a "father"... so I definitely wasn't kidnapped. At least not unless some man decided to adopt me so he could marry me off to some nasty old man.

 You didn't move through the corridors for long. You would say that the estate you found yourself in was barely bigger than the average country house. And although you were dressed quite rich (in your opinion), nothing around you spoke of real wealth.

 You didn't meet any other servants on the way, the manor seemed to be completely empty. Frowning and biting your lip, you reached the sliding door that the girl had pulled out for you. You went in, she stayed and went somewhere.

 So, if this is a typical rebirth in another world, then... it's not the same anymore. I don't look like a villain, I obviously don't have a lot of money, I'm not an incredibly beautiful young woman… So what's going on?

 In front of you in the small living room, a man who looked like your father was sitting on the sofa... but it wasn't him. His gray kimono was slightly more modest than yours, and the phone in his hand made you laugh softly. I haven't seen push-button phones since I was in high school! I'd forgotten how cute they looked! And while you were exposed to memories from your childhood, the man sighed and looked at you with displeasure.

–What made you laugh so much on the way, (Y/N), that you came to me half an hour later? I had to cancel a business meeting because of you!

-Um... s-sorry, Father, - you murmured softly, not quite sure how to handle the strange man who, upon closer inspection, turned out to be an exact replica of your father. – I, uh, didn't mean to.

The man's eyes bulged at you and he stared back in confusion.

–Did you hit your head on the way here? You haven't called me father in ten years.

-But today, for some reason, I decided abruptly, - you replied, avoiding his gaze. – I-is there a problem?..

The man rolled his eyes and nodded at the seat opposite. You exhaled. So my reaction seemed to satisfy him.

 You walked forward and sat on the edge of the light gray furniture, looking around quickly. The room was practically empty. There were only bookcases, plants, two sofas, and a low table between them. "W" in the word "wealth".

-So, let's not exchange pleasantries. Let's talk about your wedding.

You nodded, frozen. Oh, maybe I'll marry S-Satoru? Just like in those stories! The main character is reborn into a girl who is supposed to marry the main character, but for some reason he does not love her, but then falls in love, and they live happily and joyfully!

He-he, if that happened... it would be so beautiful! Although I would have died of embarrassment and joy as soon as I looked at the real Satoru. Even if I did it from afar!

 –Your fiance…

You froze at the first words. Who... who the hell is this person?!

You looked blankly at your father, who continued to say something. What kind of name is that? I don't remember such a character in the manga! And I can't even remember that last name!

–Uh-uh…

–(Y/N), are you even listening to me?!

-To be honest... no.

–And why am I not surprised? - he rolled his eyes, leaned back, and groaned. – How could such a woman give birth to such a daughter? Where did my upbringing go wrong for you to grow up like this?

-Um, Dad, – he straightened up immediately and looked at you again, – can I not... marry... what's-his-name?..

-And starve to death? (Y/N), I can't let you end up on the street! If you want to continue doing nothing and spending money, then this person is the best option for you!

–And I just... don't know how to do anything at all?..

-No, you can... but you refuse, - he sighed and leaned closer to you. – If you had at least used the reverse curse technique and your mother's abilities... um-m, then I would have calmed down and let you continue to sit in the bedroom and do nothing!

–I c-can use the reverse curse technique?! – you jumped up and stared at the man in shock. - It's so rare!

–That's why your fiance agreed to support you for the rest of your life. Just give him a baby and mind your own business.

-I d-don't want to marry him, Dad! - definitely not in the world where Satoru exists! Until I see him in person and get rejected, I'm not going to look at other men! - Give me another chance! I'll... I'll learn how to use the reverse curse technique!.. At least.

–(Y/N), to do this, you need to go to the college where sorcerers study and study for four years. Four years. You can't handle it!

 I don't know why this body has the same name and appearance as me, but now I feel humiliated even though I didn't do anything.

 –I can handle it! For the money! - you said loudly, jumping up and waving your arms as if that would add weight to your words. - For the sake of a quiet life! Well, uh, maybe to save other people's lives, too…

–(Y/N), even if you somehow manage to master the program, how will you live? There will be no servants to prepare your meals, iron your clothes, or help you change. And you can't stand eating purchased food and walking around in crumpled clothes for four years!

 Actually, I've spent a quarter of my life like this…

 –I can do it! - you said confidently, pressing your hand to your heart. – If necessary, I'll prove to you that I can clean, wash clothes, iron clothes, cook my own food, and don't need anyone else's help at all!

The man looked at you skeptically. You turned to the door and shouted: "You'll see!" With a loud groan, you left the room.

The girl who showed you to the living room took you back and was surprised to stay in the hallway when you told her that you would change your clothes and go do household chores around the estate. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the closets but dresses, kimonos, and yukatas, so you put on a maid's uniform, grabbed a rag, bucket, and mop, and started... crying inwardly.

 I had such a handy mop at home! What is it?! It's like I've met the ugliest curse in the world!

 But there was nothing to do. You rolled up your sleeves and went to scrub the floor under the gaze of the girl who clearly did not understand what was going on in her life.

The estate turned out to be a two-story building with a small number of rooms. As if someone multiplied the area of your apartment by about two and a half. You worked rather slowly, because you couldn't get used to the uncomfortable mop, which was somehow wrapped with a rag, but still you finished it in just two hours. And all this time you've been thinking about one thing.

 If this is a world where curses and cursed energy exist... then what time frame did I fall into?

 You thought about this when you sliced meat and vegetables to make yourself an omelette and salad. It would be easier for you if the girl didn't yell in your ear for fear that you would cut yourself.

 My father may just be old-fashioned. Perhaps people now have normal phones. And then what? What year is it? I could have fallen into the period when Satoru in school, or in any other! What if he's a teacher? Then I won't be able to start a romantic relationship with him, it's forbidden and strange! What if he's sealed? Or has he already been killed? I can't live!.. And in this case, I still had to agree to marry a man who was willing to pay for me.

 The girl almost fainted when you grabbed the iron and began to iron some sheets that she brought you. When you finished and put the ironed items in neat piles, she rushed to your father, shouting that you are... a genius?

 If I had been so praised in that life... ah.

 You started to move toward the living room, but froze because you were... restrained.

 Suddenly, the body at the level of the locket became ill, and you unwittingly grabbed the thing with one hand, accidentally opening it. Inside, instead of a black mirror that reflected nothing, there was... someone's image? Oh, no. When you take a closer look, you realize that this is... a living person.

But no, it wasn't a human, definitely not a human. Looking at you was a pale man with long hair that looked as if someone had pulled it out of a nasty swamp with a lot of silt in it. His eyes were as red as your cheeks when you first saw Satoru. His skin was covered in strange kanji-like patterns.

As soon as he noticed that you were looking at him, he smiled sweetly... or at least he thought it was cute. His teeth were sharp and so white that you had to squeeze your eyes shut.

–And here is our dear (Y/N). Why did it take you so long to pay attention to me? Maybe you are not satisfied with this situation?

-W... who are you?

-I'm Numa, for you Numa-sama. I love seeing people drown for one reason or another. Do you think that's enough for my profile on a dating site?

-Uh…

-Not that I'm interested in your opinion, - he added quickly, getting no response. – Right now, I'm more interested in your intelligence, because the real owner of this body didn't have much of it. Let's see if it's passed on to you, too.

–If you want me to help you conquer the world or something, then I'm not going to do it! Besides, I'm not sure how you got me here, but I'll definitely find out and!..

-So what? Will you re-seal me? Don't make me laugh, mortal. I've been sitting in this locket for centuries, waiting for someone like you to show up.

-Uh, special person?

-An idiot who decides to wake me up, - he smiled sweetly again. - Luckily for me, it was you, the person who loves Satoru Gojo.

–I have a second guess. Do you want me to help you kill the world's strongest sorcerer?

–First of all, he's not the strongest yet. Second, this is the second time you've answered incorrectly. Maybe you'll start using your brain already, huh?

–Because I say the most logical versions! You couldn't have called me here just to see my favorite character!

He looked at you for a few seconds from under his short lashes, saying nothing. You stared back at him, refusing to understand anything.

-Wait... - you began slowly, – you're not... serious, are you?..

A sudden laugh showed you that he was really joking.

-Of course not! Mortal, what did you expect? That I woke up to help you? Pf-f! If at least you had some special abilities that I could use, then I would have agreed to the deal! In the meantime, as you can see, I'm not giving you much choice.

-Okay, I give up! Why am I here?

–Why don't we talk about this in your room? This manor may have fewer servants than the average snowball's worth of ice, but I still don't want to be discovered.

You nodded and hurried to your bedroom, thankfully finding her quickly. The doors were sliding and unlocked, so you had to hide under a blanket... just in case.

-So, - you said, feeling like a teenager hiding your phone from your parents at night, - what can you tell me?

-First, call me what I told you to call me. I have a feeling that you're not going to address me as "Numa-sama".

 Phew, thank you for reminding me of your name. I've already forgotten it!

 -All right, Numa-sama. Now will you tell me what I'm doing here, and how I got here in the first place?

-So be it, - you rolled your eyes at his tone. – Let's start with an excursion into history. Once upon a time, sorcerers caught me and sealed me... in this locket. It was their only choice then. I was able to move it to another universe, but unfortunately, I was powerless to go any further. I threw myself into a strange place and couldn't get out for a long time because no one opened the lid... yes, the decoration that the sorcerers chose was so ugly that the customers didn't even look at it. Somehow I ended up in your apartment, where I finally found someone who could set me free!.. At least part of my strength.

–But how did I do it? And why didn't you get out?

–The technique used to imprison me has weakened over the years... but not completely. So I can't get out yet. As for you... I don't feel anything unusual about you, so I guess fools are lucky.

–So you want me to release you?..

-No. Why would I do that?

You stared at Numa, not understanding any more. The curse smiled with perfect white teeth, like it was posing for a passport.

-W-what do you mean?

-I can talk, mortal. I'm smart. Destroying people won't do me any good. Yes, they will be fun to scream in agony, and then what? There will be no one left for me to have fun with.

–But what about world domination and subjugation of people? Something like that?

–I really don't mind subjugating people, but... they won't see me. How will I give orders? Who will they worship? The void? Ha! I'd rather keep everything as it is... unless I can find a personal chef to cook my meals. M-m-m, I missed the milk and herring so much…

-Uh... c-curses can taste food? - you asked quietly, not quite sure how to respond to all this.

–And you're going to feel your spine break if you keep asking stupid questions.

-Ok-kay... I'll keep quiet.

-Great, - smile. – So, where were we? Oh, right. Like I said, I need your help. After you help me, you can either give me up to someone else or leave me here. And while I really want to try meat with chocolate and watermelon again, I'm willing to say goodbye to my life if you destroy the creature I hate the most.

-Good taste in food?..

–Sukuna.

You blinked a couple of times and then shook your head aggressively.

–Y-you want me to die on the spot?! I can't handle him even if he has one finger! Not even if he eats half a finger! No, the nail! I'll stop breathing before I start fighting him!

–I'm not asking you to fight him. If Gojo and Geto join forces, they can send this lowlife to his grave... no, it's too convenient for him. Let them send him to hell! Or where they hurt all creatures?.. It doesn't matter! The message is clear! All you have to do is make sure they're strong enough by then... and on the same side.

–And h-how much time do I have for that?

-Um... about ... ten years?

–T… ten?!

-Yes. Maybe more. What year is it now? M-m, I don't remember exactly. When I moved us here, I didn't calculate the exact dates. There was no time.

-S-so... Satoru and Suguru haven't entered high school yet... am I right?

-Yes. You're finally starting to get something right.

-And if they can't handle Sukuna even if they join forces? What will you do then?

–Then you break the locket and I'll take your body. Rest assured, you will do this, because otherwise you will die, because this alternative gifted will get to you. I don't think these two mortals will be so weak that they won't even make Sukuna sweat. And even though I love watching my opponent break down and die from start to finish, I don't mind finishing off this pathetic semblance of a curse.

-Hm-m ... let's say. So far, it sounds pretty good. But the question is... why do you hate him so much? Except for objective reasons.

-Because he dared to consider himself the strongest. He put himself on top, like he's some kind of god. In reality, he's just a kid who's been given a game of soldiers for the first time, so he decides to do everything with them that he's always wanted to try in real life. I want to see his arrogance slowly turn into despair that takes over his entire soul!..

–Are there... any other options?

-Yes. He killed my favorite chef, who was making me pumpkin with whipped cream and salted fish mixed together in a salad. I can't forgive him.

You are pressing down on your temples, trying to understand what is going on in this world at all. So I ended up in a different universe, where I look and have the same name as before, but at the same time I have some kind of abilities. I need to save Suguru and Satoru, because otherwise I will surely die at the hands of Sukuna. I don't have any other options but to go to school yet...

 –What do I get in return? – you decided to ask after all. – Can you give me something interesting? For example, some cool power?

 –I won't punch you in the face if you help me. So, do we have a deal?

You pursed your lips and looked away. Well... it's best not to anger an unknown curse, especially when you don't know how to destroy them. In addition, thanks to it, you will be able to look at the pretty face of Satoru, so…

-All right… I will help. But before that, I have a quick question. What happened to my body? I... died?

–No, you just froze for a few seconds. The universes operate separately from each other, so once you return, not even a second will pass, and here you can live a lifetime.

–Will you... take me back there?

-If you want to. If you don't return to your body, it will continue to function on its own. It'll have your memories, but... it won't have your soul.

-And w-what's that supposed to mean?

-How should I know? I don't know much about you mortals. My influence on the world has always been limited to the movement of souls among themselves. I am not a professor who has written a huge treatise on all these abilities.

-G-good… I got it. So... you just want Satoru and Suguru to be together and Sukuna to be killed in the end?

-Yes. By any means necessary.

-Then... I think... we have a deal. I don't particularly want to continue living in a world where I might be destroyed, either.

–You already live in it. There are curses here, mortal.

–At-t least the chance of dying from a normal curse is lower than from Sukuna!

-(Y/N)-sama, - you snapped the locket shut and peeked out from under the covers as the maid burst in. - Y-your father is calling you!

You nodded, got up, and walked with the girl into the living room. Your father seems to have aged a few years there. He was pale, confused, and completely lost. He didn't see you right away, but when he could focus his eyes, his jaw just slid down.

–(Y/N)... why haven't you said anything all this time... that you're capable of ordinary human things?

-Uh... s-surprise?..

You went to your father and sat down next to him, taking his hand. His head rolled over to your side and rested on your shoulder.

-Dad ... so can I... go to school? I've already proven that I can take care of myself! I'll cook my own food, take things to wash, iron them, and absorb all the information I can! I want to become a good and strong sorcerer!

–(Y/N)... if you still say you're going to marry someone you love instead of someone who has a lot of money, I'll…

-W-well, it would be nice to combine them, wouldn't it?..

-Phew, it's still you, my daughter, - he looked better, sitting up straight and turning slightly to look you in the eye. – Still... are you sure? If you marry the man I told you about, you won't have to go to college and study... risk yourself and be afraid that your comrades will die. You will live a quiet, rich life away from problems and cruelty.

You looked away from him and stared at the closed door. I really could have escaped... I'm sure Sukunai will be killed eventually. Numa not directly say what he would do to me if I refused to help him. Still... I don't want Satoru to die. I also don't want him to go through so much pain and mental trauma. I want him to smile because he really wants to, not because he's the "strongest, stupidest Clan heir".

-Yes, I want it, - you whispered softly, but confidently. – When can I go to college?

-Classes start in two months. During this time, you will have time to learn everything that you missed, if you try hard. Your request will also be processed in time.

–Then... will you help me enroll and be ready for the challenge?

Your father smiled the familiar smile that made you happy as a child. 

–Since you've decided to risk yourself, I must make sure that you live a good and happy life, despite all the problems.

The next two months were... uninteresting. You have learned the art of using cursed energy, and you have also tried to use the reverse cursed technique. You haven't gotten very far in both directions. You've mastered the basics and managed to heal a few cuts on the chef's hands, but that's all you've been able to do so far. There was no question of any techniques of your small, very small clan.

And where are you going to get to them? You barely knew how to "push" the cursed energy out of your palms. It was as if you were taking an unknown power and trying to release it from your palms, but it still needs to be transformed!

–What are the known abilities of our family? – you asked once, while drinking tea with your father. You've finished training and are currently resting.

–(Y/N), most sorcerers don't know that our family even exists. What are the known abilities? I don't understand why your mother, who can heal people, married me in the first place. She could easily become the wife of the current head of the Gojo Clan… But no, I couldn't. Tanoshi Gojo-sama would kill her if she even thought about taking her husband away.

–«T-Tanoshi»?..

-Yes. She is the daughter of one of the foreign sorcerer clans. It was she who gave birth to Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with Six Eyes and Limitless. If you go to Tokyo, you might even meet him. I hear he doesn't want to be homeschooled.

–I w-want to see him! I definitely do!

-Ugh, (Y/N), please don't fall in love with him, – I already did! - He has an incredibly bad temper. He may be a handsome man with money and power, but that doesn't make him a good person.

–I'm sure he's not so bad after all. So what kind of abilities do we have, Dad, since we're so unknown?

–We can control the elements.

-R-really?! - your eyes lit up. - That's so cool! I am!..

 Your father rolled his eyes and sipped some tea.

 –To use our abilities, you must either summon or imbue a natural phenomenon with cursed energy. We don't have enough cursed energy in our family to summon tsunamis or firestorms. You can't carry buckets of water or a burning lamp with you every time, and it's not a good idea to stick your hands in the fire. And the wind. How will you carry the wind with you? Thank you for the fact that earth exists everywhere, but I repeat, before you can use it, you need to feed it with cursed energy, and this is a long process.

–Did our family... think about setting up someone from our clan with someone who has a lot of cursed energy?

–To do this, you need to marry, for example, you and the heir of the Gojo clan. But he, like his parents and their elders, would never agree to this. And thank you for that, given the character of the young Gojo! We are a weak and small clan, (Y/N). Do not expect other people to be enthusiastic and recognized.

He continued to drink his tea, while you tried to hide your incredibly red cheeks. Ah, I can't even think of marrying Satoru! This is my dream! I even danced a wedding dance with a pillow, imagining that it was Satoru! Although... my hands quickly started to hurt. Holding a pillow at arm's length over your head is quite difficult.

 After training for a long time and turning an ordinary land into a cursed land, you were even able to destroy a curse... that could hardly be considered... rank four. Besides, you didn't notice it right away. Initially, you thought that some ugly, large caterpillar was interfering with your training, and the next second you threw cursed earth at the creature, which caused the curse to evaporate.

Your father, your maid, and the cook... were as happy about it as if you'd just expelled a special class.

And although you felt a little satisfied, as you learned to use the cursed energy more or less, but your enjoyment was not enough. You couldn't kill the curse on purpose, you did it by accident. And... you were afraid to imagine what might happen to you if you met with a strong curse.

So, after a lot of training and tambourine dancing, because sometimes your body seemed to forget that you could use the cursed energy at all, you were ready to go to college. The maid helped you pack your things, wished you a good trip, and apologized for not being able to accompany you. You shook your head, said that you would see her when you visited your father, and went outside, dragging your suitcase and a large bag.

Your wardrobe has changed a lot in these two months. You sold your kimonos and bought more comfortable clothes. Now you were running in jeans and a T-shirt to the car where your father was sitting. The locket was hidden under your clothes. Oh, and you've also sold a lot of your jewelry because you won't be able to use it any time soon anyway. With this money, you planned to buy something interesting as soon as you were in Tokyo.

–Are you sure you don't want to stay here and get married? That person is still willing to accept you into the family.

–I want to be a sorcerer! - you replied happily, secretly hoping that you could marry Satoru and not work anymore. Nice rich men are your weakness. – Besides, you've already sent an invitation to the headmaster, and I've been accepted for my first year.

–It's never too late to say no, - the man said softly, and then took your suitcases to put in the trunk.

You had a long trip ahead of you, and you cried inwardly because you didn't have headphones or any websites where you could watch videos or TV shows without any problems. Give me back my twenty-first century. With your forehead pressed against the glass, you are prepared for an hour-long trip that will definitely be the most boring and longest in your life.

–(Y/N)…

-Hm-m?..

-(Y/N), wake up... we're here.

You opened your eyes wide and stared at your father in surprise. He patted you on the shoulder and nodded, as if to say that you fell asleep as soon as you were comfortable.

You quickly wiped your lips, luckily you didn't drool in your sleep. Your father started paying for the trip, and you got out and looked around. Ahead of you was a college whose full name you missed because you were trying to find Satoru on the screen.

-I'm going to stay here for a little while, because I have some business to attend to later, - your father said, coming up with your things. – I'll be leaving before lunch, so take care of it yourself, okay? If you don't know where to get food, call me or the maid.

You smiled tightly, not understanding why, after all these weeks, they still think you can't do anything. You nodded at the suitcase that the man will be dragging up the stairs soon.

You've taken the first step decisively, ready to meet your favorite character. Hurray! Finally! You exhaled and started running up, almost laughing with joy. Traditional Japanese buildings made your eyes shine with delight and interest, you looked at the plants around you and could not believe that you were seeing all this beauty with your own eyes.

You ran and ran forward, ready to meet the most beautiful and perfect man in the world at any moment!..

Only to run out of steam in the middle of it!

-D... dad... you don't have to... carry me!

–You're not that heavy, (Y/N), – the man who was currently carrying you on his back said softly. Your belongings flew up due to the small amount of land that the sorcerer subdued.

You snuggled up to his neck, inhaling the faint scent of cologne. This man... was incredibly similar to your father. And not only externally. He behaved very similarly, although you could see the differences. Hugging him sometimes after training, you felt like you were hugging your own father. And it was a little painful because you didn't see your mother anywhere.

-Dad... what happened to Mom?

The man didn't slow down, he continued walking forward and up. It wasn't silence that filled your ears, but the rustling of trees and bushes. It wasn't until you saw the end of the stairs that he started to speak softly:

–Your mother... like me, wanted you to have everything you wanted. Unfortunately, my clan is small, it couldn't give you the whole world. She and I did everything we could to make you enjoy every day of your life… For which they paid the price.

He sighed and straightened up, causing you to almost fall over. You had to hold on to it harder.

–She went on a mission to help sorcerers born into great, powerful clans, if necessary. I let her go without checking who her colleagues were. She... couldn't escape the curse. She saved her "comrades", but they abandoned her as soon as a special class curse appeared. They said that their lives... were more important than hers, even if she had such a rare ability. Your mother... eventually couldn't banish that curse and... died.

You hugged him harder, almost choking him. If you think of "your mother" as just someone from the Jujutsu Kaisen universe, it doesn't hurt so much. But as soon as you realize that this is your mother, even if from another world, your heart involuntarily tightened with pain.

 I hope... she wasn't feeling pain before she died. She died to make me happy... did she know that in the end, her daughter wouldn't be able to do anything?.. Ah, so that's why. It seems that after her death, my father didn't want me to hurt myself in any way, even if I just cut myself an apple.

 -(Y/N), - his sad voice brought you out of your thoughts, – your mother... left behind one thing that she really liked. I wanted to give it to you as soon as we reached the dorm, but I think I should hand it over right now.

He reached the end of the stairs and crouched down, allowing you to carefully climb down. You froze, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. Your father reached into his own bag, looking for something.

 Oh, now he's going to give me some of her jewelry? Or a photo? Or a weapon to destroy the curse? I may not have known "my mother" in this lifetime, but I promise I will keep the item and protect it with all my might…

 Finally, the man grabbed the object and pulled it up. You involuntarily leaned forward to quickly examine the unknown gift, craned your neck to look into the bag…

 I take it back!

 Your lower jaw slid down. You were looking at a jar of formalin and... a heart.

-Wh... what is this?!

-It's a dog's heart.

–W-why did my mom keep it?!

–She had a pet that she loved very much. It died as soon as you were born. Your mother thought it had crossed over to protect you. And... she studied anatomy and was a doctor, so she decided that the best way to keep her pet's memory forever was to... take out its heart and put it in a jar. Here, it's yours now.

Your father handed you a glass jar decorated with silver and gold, like a closed bud. Inside it, its heart was swaying back and forth, as if in zero gravity. You grimaced even more, not knowing what to do: hold the jar to yourself so that it doesn't break, or carry the rest of the way on your outstretched hands, while still seeing the organ.

–At least now you can scare off the heir of the Gojo clan if he gives you trouble... and if he doesn't, you'd better scare him off too. He's too arrogant and won't take care of you.

–I-I don't think a dog's heart will frighten him... - you twirled the jar in your hands. "Linda".

–But he definitely won't want to go near a girl who keeps a dog's heart, will he?

You nodded awkwardly as you continued walking towards the dorms, but not in such a happy state anymore.

By the time you get to the right building, you've already accepted that you'll be sleeping in the same room as this one. In principle, everything is not so bad. You've watched a lot of violent anime and even seen some things on your own, so you shouldn't be intimidated by the contents of the jar.

Still... you can cover it up with something.

A tall, scowling man was waiting for you at the entrance. As soon as he saw you and your father, he straightened up and bowed his head slightly in greeting.

You recognized him immediately. With a big smile, you shouted:

–Yaga-a-a-a!

Both men froze before looking at you questioningly. You coughed awkwardly and hid behind the jar. So that's why Dad gave it to me!

–I meant... Yaga-sensei. Sorry, I'm just so, uh, excited to be studying here…

-I hope you will keep your energy and respect for the staff and students until the end of your training, - you actively nodded. - Thanks. The Gojo`s heir is coming to us this year, and I can already feel the headache I'm going to have to go through. And I assume your father introduced me, (Y/S)-kun? I never gave you my name anywhere.

-Uh, I just heard it somewhere! - you answered vaguely, hiding even more behind the jar. – I hear you're a good mentor and role model! – you tried to quickly translate the topic. – Will you be our teacher this year?

Yaga sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

–I don't think anyone else can handle Gojo. But besides him, there are other students who need proper attention.

-I-I hope you can handle everything! Um... can you tell me where my room is?

–That's what I'm here for. I'm sure Gojo will come with a lot of stuff and still be late, so I'm here for a long time. Let me walk you out while I have time…

You nodded gratefully and hurried after him down a narrow corridor before arriving at the girls' dorm.

-Unfortunately, boys and girls live in the same building, but parts of the corridor are limited by a door. If someone invades your personal space, just let me or other teachers know, (Y/S)-kun.

-Let them dare, - your father muttered in your ear. – I'll kill anyone, even if it's a Gojo`s scion.

-We don't have many students, so there's always plenty of room, - Yaga opened the door, ignoring the other man's words, and showed you a nice, spacious room that was practically empty except for the basic pieces of furniture. – You can decorate it to your liking, but I hope you're not going to stick anything illegal or vulgar on it.

You picked up the jar and hurried forward, shoving it into the far corner of the cabinet.

-Thank you for your help, Yaga-sensei!

–It's the least I can do. In the evening, you will have a guided tour of the entire school. The key to the door is on the table.

And the man left, leaving you alone with your father.

You took your suitcases and placed them near the closet, sitting down on the bed yourself. Your uniform was placed inside the bag, weapons were placed there to protect you from "strong" curses, some food and money. You decide to start unpacking after your father leaves to keep your thoughts occupied until Satoru and the others arrive.

-(Y/N), - the man walked over to you, knelt down on one knee, and placed his hands on top of yours, - promise me that you won't risk your life. I want you to be happy. If you die, you won't be able to wear nice clothes and eat the delicious food you love so much.

–I promise you, I'll send Gojo ahead during missions! - you smiled, and the man nodded approvingly.

-Yes. Let him do all the work, since he considers himself "the strongest". And here's another thing, (Y/N). About the heir of the Gojo Clan... please don't go near him. I saw him a few times when I visited the Gojo Clan's territory. He's a disgusting kid. He is arrogant, selfish, doesn't care about the weak, and has a poisoned tongue. He may be rich and beautiful, but first of all he is a soul, and not the purest and best. If you like him, then think a hundred times before you even greet him.

You nodded weakly and hugged your father, giving him a couple of pats on the shoulder. I'm sorry, Dad, but if I can marry Satoru Gojo, I'll fulfill my biggest dream! If I didn't like what an "ugly boy" he is, I would never have fallen in love with him and read so many stories about him!

 –I won't tie my life to bad people, I promise, Dad! - you gave him a big smile. – I want to unpack later. Let's take a walk to the exit if you don't have anything to do.

You walked with him, holding hands. The warmth of his hand calmed you down and helped you get in the right mood, even though you were still afraid of what might happen. What if you can't save Satoru and Suguru? If your favorite character hates you? If you die during some mission without even having time to celebrate your eighteenth birthday?! But all those thoughts vanished as soon as your father kissed you on the cheek and told you to be careful.

All thoughts disappeared completely after you went upstairs in one breath. After getting a little lost (whether on purpose or not, even you don't know), you came out to the dorm and froze. Next to Yaga stood a tall figure with his hair pulled back in a bun, the teenager's hands gripped the handle of a suitcase, a bag was slung over his shoulder.

Your goal... Suguru Geto.

He was wearing jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers. He had about as much stuff as you do, maybe a little more. He was quite tall even now, so he spoke to Yaga almost as an equal when you had to tilt your head back to talk to your possible future teacher.

You are frozen in place, unable to move any further. For some reason, all the air in your lungs disappeared somewhere. Something tickled your stomach from the inside out.

 W-what should I do? Should I go up to him and talk to him? But I'm so nervous! If I can't make friends with him, I won't be able to influence him and change his mind at the right time! And then he'll go off somewhere, kill a bunch of people, and then die like some idiot!

 While you were thinking, you were already noticed. Yaga nodded at you, and Suguru broke into a smile, waving slightly in your direction, as if asking you to come closer.

Your heart skips a beat for a second. If he's so handsome here... then what will Satoru look like? You suddenly don't believe that all this is happening to you. Geto was right in front of you, you could walk up to him, touch him, smell his hair, hear his voice and genuine laughter. It was him, Suguru Geto. Not his VA, not his cosplay. It was him, a real character from the anime.

-Hey... are you all right?

You trembled all over and returned to reality. This is no time to be happy! Taking a step towards him with a small smile, you nodded and laughed awkwardly. You still couldn't take your eyes off the young sorcerer. You couldn't believe that soon you will see not only him, but also Satoru!..

-Yes, yes... I'm sorry. I was just a little surprised when I saw you…

The smile on the teenager's lips wavered. He raised his hand, brushed his earlobe lightly, and smoothed his hair back into a bun. Your eyes flew open, you instantly shook your head, and then you said in a slightly shaky voice:

-Um... I don't know what you're thinking, but... don't get me wrong! I wasn't surprised because you looked... "weird" or something. It's just that I've lived in an estate far out of town all my life, so... I haven't met many people. I was just thinking about how to tell you that you look cool!

You smiled, hoping that your plan (which was actually missing) didn't go bad from the start!

Suguru stared at you for a few seconds in confusion before chuckling softly and smiling.

–Thank you… These words are especially pleasant after what old women said to me on the bus…

–Don't listen to them, they just can't accept what's new, - you tapped him on the shoulder and turned to the man who was still waiting for Gojo. - Yaga-sensei, can I take him inside? You'll probably talk about the rules later, so you don't have to come with us, do you?

–Yes, it is. You have your first room, Geto. The key is on the table.

The sorcerer nodded and started forward, but stopped when you didn't follow. You said that you should ask the teacher something, roughly telling him where his bedroom is.

–Yaga-sensei, – you leaned closer to the man, - why do you call me '-kun' but just call him by his last name?

–Because you don't look like a walking problem yet. Geto has already caused a lot of problems, so I'm not going to go soft on it.

–What... did he do?

–He wanted to test how the cursed energy works on the school grounds, so he released a few curses. Let's just say... now we don't have a garden. And a few other small statues.

-Oh…

–And I was hoping that I would only have problems with Gojo…

You shook your head vaguely, refusing to react to the situation in any way, and ran to Suguru, who was waiting patiently for you at the door.

-Well... come in?

-How long have you been here? - he asked, opening the door and entering a room just like yours. Nothing new: a window, a wardrobe, a table, a chair, a bed... and that's it.

-No. I didn't even have time to unpack. I walked my dad out of the school grounds and came back here.

–I take it... you're from a family of sorcerers?

-Yes. I'm from a... small clan. Very small. There are literally two of us left, – you pointed the number with your fingers.

-Um... I'm... sorry.

You blinked a couple of times, not quite sure what he meant, and then let out a soft "Ah." Shaking your head, you gave Geto a weak smile and shrugged your shoulders.

-Well, my mother is always with me now anyway. She gave me a heart.

-Her own?

-Dog`s... there's a story here that I don't even want to understand.

–I thought I wouldn't fit in because I was weird, - he chuckled, put down his things, and turned to face you. - By the way, we still haven't introduced ourselves to each other. I'm Suguru Geto. You can call me whatever you want.

–Then I'll use Geto-kun for now, okay?

You held out your hand, and the sorcerer nodded, wrapping his hand around yours. I could immediately call him "Suguru" like I did in my previous life, but that would probably sound rude...

 -Nice to meet you, Geto-kun! – you said in the end. - I (Y/N) (Y/S). You don't have to use "-san" or anything like that either.

His smile was so bright and bright that for a second you wondered if you really needed Satoru. But then you remembered what a cute fool he was, and you knew you definitely needed him!

-By the way, I heard that there will be four of us. In my opinion, this number of students has not been seen for a long time. Do you know who else is coming?

-Um-m, I heard that this is the heir of the Gojo clan... and a girl who can use the reverse cursed technique. It seems to be all.

 Suguru stared at you shyly, with a slight question in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, and the teenager exhaled, looked away from you, and rubbed his neck.

-You see... I know how to use cursed energy and have exorcised a certain amount of curses, but... I know absolutely nothing about this world. My parents... they're not wizards. I managed to learn a few things while preparing for admission, but I really don't know much. I was thinking... since you were born into a family of sorcerers, maybe... you can help me? What do you say, (Y/S)?

-Um... here's the deal… I haven't left my clan's territory since I was almost a child... after my mother died, my dad was afraid that something would happen to me. I've been studying curses and everything related to them for quite some time now… Of course, I'll try to tell you everything I know, but you'd better ask the Gojo`s heir. That's exactly who has been around the world of sorcerers since childhood!

He sat down on the bed and nodded at the chair. 

 –I've heard a bit about the Gojo clan and their future leader… He doesn't seem like a person I can befriend.

Judging by the fantasies of some people, you are not only friends there, but also doing something that falls under the NSFW rating.

-Dad said so too, but I'm sure he's not as bad as the rumors say he is! - you said with a big smile as you sat down on a chair. – If he was an arrogant jerk, he wouldn't have come here and stayed home to study. He might have been trained by the strongest sorcerers, but he still came here. I think... he's just lonely and sad. That's why we should try to be friends with him!

-You seem like such a nice and positive person, - Suguru smiled back at you. – I hope we can become good friends.

-Me too! - you nodded vigorously. Because otherwise, my favorite character will have a mental injury, and you will die... and then your body will be used by some old man. - Oh, right, the world of sorcerers and curses!..

 Geto listened to you perfectly normally for the first few minutes. You were telling him the basics that he already knew, but the teenager didn't want to interrupt you out of politeness. He nodded and didn't try to interrupt your rant... and then he just didn't get the chance.

You don't know when you woke up. You were just so excited about what was happening that you became a walking Wiki Fandom. From somewhere near you, a white board appeared, on which you painted the details of this world in the smallest detail with a black marker. You really didn't have anyone around you to fully discuss what was going on in Jujutsu Kaisen, but... when did you do all this?!

At some point, something fell in the distance, you blinked hard and returned to the real world. And you were very surprised by what was happening.

 Geto stared open-mouthed from you to the whiteboard you'd written all over. The marker in your hand broke a little because you were squeezing it so hard. And there was drool running down the corner of your mouth that you didn't wipe away because you were too caught up in the process. Your last words echoed in your ears. You explained the techniques of the three great clans in great detail, as if you were born there or worked there for at least ten years, with access to all the secret documents.

You coughed into your fist and turned away, hastily cleaning yourself up.

-Um... t-that's probably all, Geto-kun!

-Uh... someone said… that she knows a little... - the teenager muttered, still reeling from the lecture where your eyes burned more than a special class curse when it sees the opportunity to kill hundreds of people at once.

-I-I think I overdid it, - you turned to him with a shy smile and leaned on the board. Where did it even come from here?! – It's just, uh, I'm so excited to be studying with young sorcerers like me from now on! I don't want to... be the least successful in the group!

–I still have a feeling that I will be sent to the correction class.

–Don't say that, Geto-kun! – you hurriedly started erasing information from the blackboard that was transmitted only within the clan. – At least you can use cursed energy and defeat curses! All I can do so far is create a snowman out of mud and heal a cut from a kitchen knife after slicing a salad.

–Can you heal people? - the teenager's voice was filled with delight.

-S-sort of... this ability was passed down to me from my mom. But I haven't developed it in all these years, so... don't get badly injured just yet, okay? I want you to live happily ever after.

When Suguru didn't answer you, you turned to him, still holding the whiteboard sponge in your hands. The teenager sat and stared at you in confusion.

–Is everything all right, Geto-kun?

–Y-yes, it's fine! - he forced a small smile and stood up. - Um, thanks for the lecture, (Y/S)… No offense, but... I'd like to be alone for now. I've been driving here for hours on a bus full of people, and I'd like to be... um, alone.

You nodded, understanding him perfectly, and started rolling the board out into the corridor.

-Then we'll talk later, okay?

The sorcerer nodded and closed the door behind you.

You didn't know at all where you got your things for your lecture, so you just left them in the hallway. Moving quickly forward until Yaga noticed what you had done, you reached your room, exhaled, and started throwing things around because you didn't have a proper phone to entertain yourself with.

Books... you were so desperate that you were ready to start reading textbooks.

Fortunately, you didn't have to pretend to be the person who loves studying the most for a long time. Footsteps were heard, and you poked your head out, smiling happily as soon as you saw the girl up ahead. She was already dressed in her uniform, and you wondered where she'd come from.

-Hi, - she said, waving with one hand. - Are you my new roommate?

-Yes, it's me! - Shoko-o-o-o, my woma-a-an (or rather, girl). - Hello! – you went out into the hallway and held out your hand to shake hers. – I'm (Y/N) (Y/S), but you can call me whatever you want!

-I'm Shoko Ieiri. Nice to meet you, (Y/S). You're also the owner of the reverse cursed technique, aren't you? - you nodded. - Oh, so that's what the letter said about you.

-In the letter? - you frowned. - What letter?

-Our director suggested that I go to Kyoto, since there are also two of us "doctors". Have you ever received such a letter?

–My father handled all the school-related matters… I was trying to figure out how to heal a bitten lip. I had more important things to do.

-Then we'll figure it out as soon as time passes, - Shoko stretched. – I'm pretty good at healing people, but... I've heard that we're going to have two pretty strong sorcerers studying with us. If they don't break bones during missions, I'll go to Kyoto. I'm here for practice, not two assholes. By the way, where is my room?..

You walked her to her bedroom and asked her to sit with her for a while. Shoko was just as cute and friendly as you thought! She might look a little sleepy and tired, but her aura was still pleasant and warm. You wanted to snuggle up to the girl and hold her until she decided to run away from you.

But you couldn't fool around forever! After making sure that Ieiri got to Tokyo safely and without any problems, you moved on to the main thing... your abilities. Now that you have learned how to reduce the pain on your little finger after hitting the corner of the nightstand, you understood the girl's explanation. All her words, which sound like a Latin incantation spoken in Mongolian, you perceived not as gibberish, but as a normal lesson.

–...And then you're bambambam, pumpumpum, and at the end brc-brc!

-And if I have first brc-brc, and bambambam does not exist at all?

-Then try this. First tantan, then…

-Um... are you summoning a demon here?

-Ah, you're another classmate of mine? - Shoko asked, twirling the scalpel in her hands and looking at Geto carefully. In the end, she didn't say anything. – No, we're not summoning a demon. We are discussing the reverse technique.

-I... guess I won't ask any more questions. (Y/S), do you know where the... toilet is?

You jumped up and explained to Suguru what Yaga had told you when he escorted you to your room. You suggested that everyone take a closer look around the dorm as soon as the sorcerer returned. By this time, Shoko had just finished laying out her "surgeon's kit" and was preparing to walk around the floors.

There was... nothing interesting about the building. On each floor there were two bathrooms (on each side of the boys and girls), several large bedrooms with ordinary doors. Downstairs, separated from the main room by a small passage, there was a kitchen and a living room with a TV, bookcases, sofas and armchairs. Shoko immediately checked the refrigerator and sighed sadly when she didn't see any food.

–Does anyone know where the nearest store is? Since there won't be any missions today, it would be a good idea to run out and get some food. At the same time, you can see the city.

–Why don't we wait for another student? – you suggested, looking into the wall shelves and finding tea, coffee and breadcrumbs. – We could go out together and get to know each other better!

-If he's willing to talk to us at all. After what I heard from you, (Y/S)… I'm not even sure he wants to see us. Especially if Yaga-sensei was personally sent by the director to keep an eye on Gojo.

–How do you know that? - the girl asked, sitting down on a chair and sighing.

-Um... let's just say that I will now be followed the same way as Gojo. When sensei scolded me, he said something about the fact that now two problems have fallen on his head, one of which is Gojo.

-It's so good that I just treat people, - Ieiri smiled and jumped up. – I can't physically cause any problems.

 Only if you don't smoke in your dorm room in the future… You chuckled softly to yourself. I wonder if Satoru ever seduced a salesgirl to sell him cigarettes and alcohol for Shoko.

 You didn't have time to think about it, because you heard sounds in the distance. Your classmates also turned their heads towards the exit door. The three of them immediately rushed to the exit to be the first to see what was happening.

When you rounded the corner of the dorm and stood slightly away from where Yaga met you, you froze against your will. You and two other sorcerers watched with mixed feelings as a parade of maids carried suitcases, bags, boxes, covered clothing, statues, and a wardrobe to traditional music played by a live orchestra. You didn't know how the seemingly fragile girl managed to understand him. But it didn't matter!

Because you've finally seen the person you came here for in the first place, for whom you agreed to give up a safe marriage and a lot of money, went to school and risked yourself, even though you could have spent your entire life basking in luxury and comfort without doing anything about it!

At the head of the parade of seemingly faceless figures was a tall teenager dressed in a snow-white kimono with black details: a belt, some small "panicles", beads, stripes that are a separate fabric, and not a pattern on clothes, and much more. His face was covered by a thick, opaque white veil, but even so, you could see how cute he was. His snowy hair sprouted out in all directions, and an aura of power and grandeur radiated from his body.

Yes, there was no doubt about it. This was Satoru Gojo.

 Your heart... never beat so fast. You were ready to faint or fall into the arms of a teenager right now. He looked... so perfect! His glowing, pale skin without a single flaw, how beautiful it was! (And it's sure to feel great under your tongue!) You wanted to feel his fluffy, clean hair through your fingers! (And smell it, too. What? Satoru Gojo can't smell bad!) His tall stature and long arms were perfect for being hugged! (Or did something else). And these legs? Oh, you could sit on his lap and try to reach his heels with your fingertips!..

–(Y/S), you're... drooling.

-S-sorry, Ieiri! - you quickly turned away and began to wipe your chin.

–Did you remember your lecture? - Geto chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

At that moment, you clearly heard: Yaga sighed and took a step forward, shouting something you already knew from the anime:

–Gojo-o-o-o!..

 Satoru froze, and so did his parade of maids. The young sorcerer put his hands on his hips and stood there for a few seconds, clearly studying the man in front of him. After that, he lifted the veil, and your heart trembled even more. How beautiful he was! And that grin? You were ready to die from too much love right now!..

–At first, I thought you were a disciple because you're too weak. But as far as I can see from your wrinkles, you're older than I am. Although one does not interfere with the other, right? Ha!

–It's people like you who make me get wrinkles! Gojo, what is it?! - Yaga pointed at the maids.

–This is my incredible debut!

–I ask you again, what is it? We agreed that you would come here like all normal students!

–And miss the opportunity to show everyone how cool I am? No way, sense-e-ei. This only happens once in a lifetime!

The man you were ready to kill for here and now turned to you, and your heart skipped a beat. His beautiful blue eyes seemed to be looking at you and only you, which made you feel the heat spreading across your cheeks. You were already in a completely different world, where you had already run up to the sorcerer and hugged him, rubbed your cheek against the expensive fabric of his kimono and felt the warmth of his body when he said loudly, so that everyone could hear:

-Ah, so you're the weaklings I'm going to train with, right? Well, welcome a living legend, your king and future ruler of the world! I'm Satoru Gojo-sama!