Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High – Front Gate
The Gates are so old that they will probably predate your grandma, and an groaning open under a sky that looks like it's about to spit the rain at any second. Wind's got that bite to it, the kind that makes you zip your jacket up and wonder if you've made a mistake or something. The stone walls? Yeah, seen better days. Cracks everywhere, moss doing its thing. The whole place just kinda dares you to come inside.
Then the Entry of our MC Akashi Ryuunosuke. New kid, suitcase in one hand, other one shoved deep in his coat pocket like he's got secrets stashed in there. He's rocking the Jujutsu High uniform, but not really — collar popped, buttons barely hanging on, sleeves all over the place. The uniform wears him, not the other way around, you know?
Transfer student. Cursed technique: Dragon Tongue. Age: 15. Came from absolutely nowhere. Apparently here to shake up the status tho..
He strolls through the gate, not cocky, not scared, just... like he's been here before in another life. Or maybe in a nightmare he doesn't wanna remember.
First people he bumps into? Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro, chilling by the courtyard steps. Yuji's waving like they're old friends, Megumi just giving him that squinty look. Sizing him up. Classic.
"Yo! You must be the new guy," Yuji calls out, all sunshine and cheer. "Akashi, right?"
Akashi just nods, drops his bag to the ground. "You're the kid who swallowed Sukuna."
Yuji's eyes go wide. "Dang. News travels fast."
Akashi flashes a sharp little grin. "Cursed legends beat manga any day. Plus, not exactly a long list of idiots signing up to babysit a curse god."
Yuji laughs, scratching his cheek like he's embarrassed but also kinda proud. "Can't argue with that."
Megumi steps in, voice flat as ever. "Gojo said you're strong. Special case."
Akashi tilts his head, smirk not fading. "That's one way to call me a freak."
Yuji just grins wider. "You'll fit right in."
Flashback – One Week Ago
"You're sending me to a school?" Akashi, deadpan, every syllable dipped in 'I'd rather be anywhere else.'
Gojo, leaning against the wall, arms folded, blindfold aimed at the clouds like he's waiting for divine wisdom. "Correction: the school. You're too strong to rot in alleys, Akashi. And too dumb to train yourself without blowing your throat out."
Akashi's jaw's working overtime. "Not some charity case, you know."
Gojo leans in, suddenly serious enough to freeze the air. "No. You're a weapon that hasn't picked a fight yet. I'm giving you some choices."
Akashi stares him down. A beat. Then he nods.
Back in the Courtyard
Nobara walked in, scarf doing its own dramatic dance in the wind. "What's this? Another guy with white hair? One narcissist wasn't enough?"
Akashi glances her way. And yeah, the world just hits pause. She's chaos and fire and not even trying to hide it. Nothing like the ghosts back in Kamagasaki.
He smirks. "You're the one who brings a hammer to school, right?"
Her eyebrow goes up. "You're the Gojo knockoff, huh? Not nearly as cool."
Yuji's already backing up, hands in the air. "Whoa, tension alert."
Akashi laughs, voice low. "Relax. I don't bite—"
He stops. Shrugs.
"Unless you give me a reason."
Training Grounds – Jujutsu High
Akashi's staring down a training dummy that's practically humming with cursed energy. Gojo's watching from above, sunglasses catching every bit of sunlight (show-off).
"Alright, new kid. Let's see what the 'Dragon' is made of."
Akashi rolls his shoulders, not even trying to hide the swagger. Everyone else gives him space. Probably smart.
He takes a breath. Cursed energy just pours off him — not wild, not messy, just thick and sharp. His throat lights up with these weird blue sigils, glowing like neon tattoos under his skin.
Dragon Tongue: Phase One – Voice of Splintered Bone.
He whispers, real soft:
"砕けろ (Kudakero)..." Shatter.
One word. That's it. The dummy explodes. Wood and stuffing everywhere. Even the birds shut up for a second.
Yuji whistles. "That's not cursed speech…"
Megumi's like, "Nope. Something else."
Gojo's grinning, looking way too pleased. "He doesn't just blast cursed energy. He shapes it. Like a dragon's chant."
Akashi steps back, breathes out slow. Voice still strong — dude's learning control.
Gojo claps. "Nice. Welcome to Jujutsu High, Akashi. Don't torch the place."
Akashi exhales. First time in forever, maybe… doesn't feel so alone.
Later That Night – Dorm Rooftop
Akashi's up on the rooftop, legs swinging over the edge, Tokyo's lights blinking out in the distance like they're winking at him. He's not sleeping. Not even trying.
Footsteps. Nobara.
"Can't sleep?" she asks, voice all casual, like she's not freezing her ass off up here.
He glances over. "Didn't wanna dream."
She gets it, doesn't push. Just hands him a canned coffee. "You were good today. Loud, but good."
He cracks it open, nods. "You weren't bad either. Fierce."
She grins. "You're lucky I don't punch people for compliments."
They sit, quiet. Wind whistling. Time stretching.
Then she goes, "So, why're you here?"
Akashi stares out at the city, voice barely more than a whisper.
"…Because something took everything. And I gotta find out why. Gotta get strong enough so it never happens again. To anyone."
Nobara looks at him, and for once, doesn't have a comeback.
Somewhere in the dark, a dragon stirs.