Breakfast — Canteen
The canteen buzzes with soft morning noise.
Clinking cutlery. Low chatter. The smell of fresh food drifting through the air.
You sit across from Satoru, still waking up, absently stirring your drink.
He, on the other hand—
Looks fully energized.
Suspiciously energized.
y/n:Why do you look this awake in the morning…
Satoru Gojo:grinning over his sunglasses Because I'm naturally gifted.
y/n:That's not an answer.
Satoru Gojo:It's the only answer you're getting.
You sigh, taking a bite of breakfast.
Your body still feels slightly heavy from yesterday's exhaustion… but manageable.
Better.
Stable.
Satoru watches you carefully between playful glances.
A rare quiet thoughtfulness behind his usual teasing.
y/n:…What?
Satoru Gojo:Hmm?
y/n:You're doing that thing again.
Satoru Gojo:What thing?
y/n:The "I'm thinking something dramatic but pretending I'm not" thing.
Satoru chuckles softly.
Guilty.
Satoru Gojo:You're getting scary good at reading me.
y/n:Should I be worried?
Satoru leans back slightly in his chair.
Smile fading just a little.
Not serious-serious.
But close.
Satoru Gojo:Actually…
Yeah.
We need to talk.
Your fork pauses mid-air.
y/n:…That sounded ominous.
Satoru Gojo:Relax. No curses. No life-threatening drama.
Beat.
Satoru Gojo:Well… mostly.
y/n:SATORU.
He laughs, then finally straightens.
Eyes sharp now.
Focused.
Satoru Gojo:You're being transferred.
Silence.
y/n:…I'm sorry, what?
Satoru Gojo:To Jujutsu High.
Tokyo campus.
Your brain takes a full second to process.
y/n:Transferred?!
But— why?!
Satoru Gojo:Because you're no longer a normal student pretending to live a normal life.
His tone is calm. Matter-of-fact.
Satoru Gojo:Your Tenchu mark awakening changed things.
y/n:But I can still stay here and—
Satoru Gojo:gently interruptingY/N.
His voice softens.
Steady.
Protective.
Satoru Gojo:This place isn't built for someone like you.
He gestures vaguely.
Satoru Gojo:Uncontrolled cursed energy. Sudden surges. Mark reactions.
You'd either hurt yourself…
Or accidentally level a building.
y/n:…That explosion again?
Satoru Gojo:Exactly that explosion again.
You look down at your tray.
Conflicted.
Overwhelmed.
y/n:Tokyo…
Jujutsu High…
That means…
Satoru Gojo:Training. Control. Real protection.
He leans forward slightly.
Voice lower.
Satoru Gojo:And I'll be there.
Your eyes lift.
y/n:…You will?
Satoru Gojo:smiling softlyOf course.
Who else is qualified to handle a Tenchu mark wielder?
y/n:You're impossible…
Satoru Gojo:And yet, incredibly reliable.
y/n:But why transfer so suddenly?
Satoru's expression sharpens again.
More serious now.
Satoru Gojo:Because your power needs to stay hidden.
y/n:…Hidden?
Satoru Gojo:For now.
He lowers his voice slightly.
Even though no one nearby can really hear.
Instinct.
Habit.
Satoru Gojo:If word spreads that someone awakened a Tenchu mark…
Every curse user…
Every higher-up…
Every power-hungry idiot…
Will come looking.
Your chest tightens.
y/n:Because of Mahoraga…
Satoru Gojo:Because of what you could become.
At Jujutsu High Tokyo—
You'll train with other sorcerers.
Learn control properly.
Stabilize your cursed energy output.
y/n:Other students…
Satoru Gojo:Yeah.
You won't be alone anymore.
He smirks slightly.
Mood lightening just a touch.
Satoru Gojo:Well… you weren't really alone anyway.
y/n:Still not used to that…
Satoru Gojo:You will be.
y/n:And you'll… supervise my training?
Satoru Gojo:Personally.
He says it with casual confidence.
But there's something deeper there.
Intentional.
Satoru Gojo:Your abilities are unique.
I'm not handing that responsibility to anyone else.
Your heart does a tiny, annoying flip.
y/n:…That sounds unfairly reassuring.
Satoru Gojo:Good.
That was the goal.
You sit quietly for a moment, absorbing everything.
Tokyo.
Jujutsu High.
A new life.
No turning back.
y/n:…When do we leave?
Satoru smiles.
That familiar, confident, unstoppable smile.
Satoru Gojo:Finish your breakfast.
Beat.
Satoru Gojo:We're going today.
The One Thing Holding Her Back
Satoru's words still hang in the air.
"We're going today."
But instead of reacting with shock again…
You go quiet.
Too quiet.
Satoru notices instantly.
Satoru Gojo:…Y/N?
y/n:softly I can't.
Satoru blinks.
That… he didn't expect.
Satoru Gojo:Can't?
y/n:Not like this.
You grip the edge of the table slightly.
Eyes lowered.
Voice smaller now.
y/n:I need to see my grandma first.
Satoru's expression shifts.
Playfulness gone.
Attention sharp.
Satoru Gojo:…Your grandmother.
y/n:She's the only family I have.
Your words come slower.
Heavier.
y/n:She's in the hospital…
Her condition hasn't been good lately.
Satoru straightens slightly.
Listening fully now.
y/n:I can't just disappear to Tokyo without telling her.
Without her agreeing.
y/n:She raised me.
Protected me.
Even when she knew… something about me wasn't normal.
Satoru's eyes soften slightly.
y/n:If I leave without seeing her…
I'll never forgive myself.
Silence.
The morning noise of the canteen fades into background blur.
Satoru studies your face.
Not as a teacher.
Not as the strongest.
But as someone seeing something fragile.
Important.
Satoru Gojo:quietly Which hospital?
Your head lifts.
Surprised.
y/n:You'll take me?
Satoru Gojo:Of course I will.
Hospital —
The hallway smells of antiseptic and silence.
Your footsteps slow as you reach the door.
Room 312.
Satoru stands beside you.
Hands in pockets.
Unusually still.
y/n:She's probably asleep…
Satoru Gojo:Let's check.
You push the door open gently.
Your grandmother sits near the window.
Awake.
Calm.
Watching the sky.
y/n:Grandma…
She turns slowly.
Eyes warm.
But then—
They shift past you.
Freeze.
On Satoru.
Grandma:barely a whisper…Satoru?
You stop breathing.
y/n:…You know him?
Satoru's eyes widen behind his glasses.
For once—
Genuinely surprised.
Satoru Gojo:…Chiyo Ten?
Your head snaps toward him.
y/n:WAIT.
YOU KNOW HER TOO?!
Recognition Across Time
Your grandmother's eyes glisten faintly.
A soft, disbelieving smile forming.
Grandma, Chiyo Ten:You've grown…
Your brain short-circuits.
Satoru slowly removes his glasses.
Something rare in his expression.
Nostalgia.
Satoru Gojo:My grandma used to talk about you all the time…
Chiyo Ten.
You stare between them.
Completely lost.
y/n:What is happening right now…
Grandma Chiyo Ten:smiling softly We were friends.
Long ago.
Before either of you could understand curses… or fate.
Satoru exhales softly.
Almost a laugh.
Satoru Gojo:Last time I saw you…
I was eleven.
Your eyes widen.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:And Y/N was barely one year old.
y/n:…WHAT?!
Memory Fragment
Satoru rubs the back of his neck.
Satoru Gojo:You were tiny.
Always sleeping.
Didn't cry much.
y/n:You MET me?!
Satoru Gojo:Technically.
You were more of a burrito in a blanket.
Your grandma chuckles weakly.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:You used to peek into her crib like she was something fascinating.
Satoru smirks faintly.
Satoru Gojo:Apparently, I had good instincts.
You look at your grandmother.
Still stunned.
y/n:Grandma…
Why didn't you ever tell me?
Grandma Chiyo Ten:Because some connections only make sense when destiny wakes up.
Her eyes shift gently to your neck.
Knowing.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:And yours… just did.
Satoru's gaze sharpens.
He notices that look.
That awareness.
Satoru Gojo:…You knew about the Tenchu mark.
Your heart skips.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:softlyI always did.
You move closer to her bed.
Kneeling slightly.
y/n:Grandma…
I've been asked to transfer.
To Tokyo.
To Jujutsu High.
Her expression doesn't change.
Not surprised.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:Under Satoru's care.
Satoru Gojo:…Yes.
She smiles gently.
Relieved.
Almost.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:Then you must go.
y/n:But—
Grandma Chiyo Ten:There is no safer place for you.
She looks at Satoru.
A look layered with trust built decades ago.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:And no safer person.
Satoru goes unusually quiet.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:Protect her, Satoru.
Satoru's expression steadies.
Serious.
Certain.
Satoru Gojo:With my life.
Your chest tightens.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:to you Live fully, Y/N.
Not as someone afraid of her power…
But as someone worthy of it.
You clutch her hand tightly.
Eyes burning.
y/n:…I'll come back to visit.
Grandma Chiyo Ten:I'll be waiting.