[I kid you all not, I have gone through about five or six rewrites of this book. From chapters as low as 200 words to 4500 hundred words. It became such a turmoil that I full on thought a few times that I'd just leave Jujutsu Kaisen and not write a story about it. But I decided to push on...for you guys...Because you seemed to really want a story based in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. And now I have a 15k-word chapter ready for you all! I feel really passionate about this one and I hope you like it. I feel, right now, I have created a story with a cool premise that could be exactly what you're looking for. It's got bits and pieces of previous books I've written whilst having some cool, fun aspects as well. I truly hope that the seventh time is the charm and you all enjoy what I'm writing for you today. So, yeah, if you do enjoy, feel free to vote and comment if you enjoy. But for now...Let's get right into it!!!]

[First two chapters will be based around Jujutsu Kaisen 0]
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[Your POV]

-2016-

"Did you hear about the new transfer student starting today? Apparently, he's related to Gojo. I also heard that he previously went to the Kyoto Highschool before coming here."

"Tuna mayo."

"Great. Another loose cannon. Exactly what we need. Do you know why he left Kyoto?"

"Nope. Word is he wasn't really liked there. But if he really is related to Gojo, I can only imagine how powerful he is."

"Hmph! If he's cocky, he better watch out. I won't be wasting my time with someone who doesn't take this thing seriously."

"Fish flakes."

"Come on, Maki, Inumaki. It's going to be the guys first day here. The least we can do is give him the benefit of the doubt."

Maki: "Think about it, Panda. If he's leaving Kyoto's Jujutsu High, why else do you think he's coming here other than he's a punk?"

Inumaki: "Tuna mayo."

Maki: "Inumaki's right. If something is on with him, it's our duty to make sure he's not just here to waste our time. We're sorcerers after all."

Panda: [Sighs] "I can never get a proper handle on you two like this..."

I always wondered what it would be like if I could hear the thoughts and opinions of people who talked about me when I wasn't around. It wasn't some serious thing, like I craved to see if people liked me or not. But it was just an interesting thought that came to mind every now and again. If I had the opportunity to hear what other people said, would I listen to them? Or would I keep myself in the dark? Honestly...Who knows. But in the end, if I did have a power like that. I don't think I'd really need it to figure out people's first opinions of me.

Especially not when it involved a few first-year sorcerers like these three. But my reason for starting the story here, with these three will have to wait for a little while more. I have other things to tell you, just so you can get caught up to where my tale really begins. For starters, I haven't even mentioned who I am! Ha...Imagine that. You've come here to read about the hero of the book, and yet, you don't even know his name? Man...How pathetic is that? Oh, well, what better time to start than now, right?Long story short, I'm (Y/n) (L/n). I'm sixteen, currently.

And just like these three previously brought up, I'm a sorcerer. What's that? Well, let's just say when darkness comes out to play, you don't tend to call the fire department. You call sorcerers. A group of people who wield a magical element called cursed energy. It's with this energy that we fight back against the darkness. The funny thing is, not everyone has it. At least, not enough where they can actually do something about it. Some people have cursed energy, which gives them the ability to see curses.

Oh, right. Curses are these vile monster things based off negative emotions. Anyway, curses are everywhere. Created from these negative emotions. But not everyone can see them. But for those who can, they enrol into countless schools around Japan, all carrying the name 'Jujutsu High'. And that's where our story starts. Well, Tokyo's branch of Jujutsu High, anyway. And those three people speaking before, Inumaki, Panda, and Maki, they're students there. First years, and today...Is my first day.

"So...Are you excited for your first day at Jujutsu High, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n): "...I guess."

"I'm sure you are. I mean, you'll be moving from Kyoto to Tokyo. Not only a different Sorcerers school, but a new city. You'll be able to have a fresh start!"

(Y/n): "Yeah...Sounds fun."

You know those situations where you really don't wanna be there, but you've still got put up a fake mirror in front of your face. Like, on one side, it showcases the real emotions you have inside. But on the other side, the side facing the world, you're forced to showcase the exact opposite. Having to reflect the same emotions as the person you're talking to?

Well, that's me. Right now. Stuck in a car being driven by a man with black hair and glasses in a suit who decided to personally drop me off for my first day at Jujutsu High. Okay, he didn't exactly decide to do this himself. He works with my cousin...A cousin who couldn't take me himself so he got the person who works under him to take me instead. So that was nice, I guess.

Ijichi: "So have you spoken to Gojo since you arrived in Tokyo, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n): "No. He just texted me on the train saying he'd see me when I got off the train."

When he texted that, I presumed he was the one picking me up. But, of course, when I stepped off the train from Kyoto, I was instead greeted by Kiyotaka Ijichi, the man driving the car, and the person who works with my cousin. The mirror I had over my face must have broken for a moment, because a simple glance in the rearview mirror was all I needed to see the bleak look spawn on the older man's face.

(Y/n): [Sighs] "...But if I'm being honest, I'm not surprised he wasn't there to pick me up. I haven't seen Gojo in years."

Ijichi: "Really? When did you see him last?"

(Y/n): "About 3 years ago at some family picnic."

Ijichi: "He showed up for that?"

I see Ijichi shares the same surprise as I did.

(Y/n): "Surprisingly, yeah. Though, he wasn't around for long. And we didn't really talk. He just kept calling me some stupid nickname over and over again."

Ijichi: [Smiles] "What did he call you?"

(Y/n): "Oh, it doesn't matter. It's nothing really. I hardly remember it..."

"Babu!"

"Hey, Babu!"

"Babu! It's been some time!"

"Babu!"

"Babu!!"

"Babu!!!"

"BABU!!!!"

(Y/n): "Yep...Hardly remember it at all..."

...I wish.

Ijichi: "Well, then. I'm sure Gojo is more than looking forward to seeing you. As do the students! I'm sure they're waiting with anticipation to see a cousin of Gojo! After all, it's not every day you meet someone from your line of family."

(Y/n): "Haha...Yeah..."

Not every day, but it's not great every time either. But, I guess this is a better time than any to explain more about me. Basically, I'm from a big line of powerful sorcerers. We're like the Skywalkers from Star Wars. Except, we don't have as much inner family drama. Unless it's family picnics I guess...Even so! The family is so powerful that a lot of members are pretty big in the Sorcerer business. But none are more big than Satoru Gojo, my cousin. However, whereas Gojo's name brings joy to most sorcerers, and fear to curses.

Me on the other hand...The fact I'm related to the family isn't exactly the best. You see, I'm more so a distinct cousin in a way. Basically, my Dad is a normal person with little to no cursed energy. My Mother on the other hand is full on when it comes to being a sorcerer. She's retired now. But because I'm a part of the family technically, it was kinda really the only career path I could take. Unfortunately for me...I'm not very good when it comes to being a sorcerer. Even with such a family name behind me, I'm just not as powerful as others.

Don't get me wrong, I have cursed energy. But there's just something about it that feels different. Even so, I was enrolled into the Kyoto branch of Jujutsu High. Where my Mom hoped I would be able to progress in my role as a future sorcerer. Unfortunately...It did not plan out like she had hoped. Instead of improving, I stayed at the same level of skill I had when I first entered. Sure, I could block a few attacks, and on a good day, I could get a couple of jabs in. But anything above sparring, I was crap at. So much so the other first years said I had 'Cursed Potential'.

Basically, I was cursed to be at the bottom of the barrel. So it was far to say that I wasn't very popular there. When my Mom heard about all of that, she decided that perhaps a change of scenery would help. So, I got on the first train and headed to Tokyo. Where I would begin attending that city's branch of Jujutsu High. Another reason why I was inclined to come here was because my cousin went here, Satoru Gojo. Mom thought added training by someone who knew the ins and outs of the Gojo family could help me. So, yeah, that's basically it.

One moment I was going to school in Kyoto, and the next I'm sitting in a car on my way to my second first day of Jujutsu High in one year. My only hope for when I get out of the car is that Gojo would handle the greeting in a semi-normal manner...

"Babu! You're here! Yay!"

...Yeah, I guess wrong. For the first thing I saw upon stepping out of the car was the blindfolded upper face of my cousin. His flowing white hair moving in the wind as he energetically placed his hands on my shoulders.

Gojo: "It's good to see you, Babu!"

(Y/n): "Uh...Yeah. You too, Satoru."

Gojo: "Oh, please. Call me Gojo-Sensei~" [Chuckles] "After all, I am your teacher from today on! Mom's orders!"

Yeah, another weird thing about Gojo, he tended to call my Mom 'Mom' as well. Don't know why. But Mom seemed fine with it, so, I tried my best to ignore it.

(Y/n): "Uh--" [Chuckles awkwardly] "Right...So...This is Tokyo's Jujutsu High, huh?"

Gojo: "It sure is! Whatcha think? Better than Kyoto?"

I sure hoped so.

(Y/n): "It looks cool."

Gojo: "Awesome!" [Turns to Ijichi] "Thanks for giving my cousin a ride, Ijichi. Appreciate it."

Ijichi: "Oh. N-No problem. It was my pleasure. (Y/n) was a wonderful companion."

Gojo: "Well...Would you look at that, Babu." [Places arm over your shoulder] "You're already off to a great start!"

I could only offer a half smile at Gojo, before turning to Ijichi and thanked him once more for bring me here. After the thanks and goodbyes were given, my journey into Jujustu High began. My feet were soon walking along the stone pathway that led through the vast buildings that carried the traditional Japanese style. The voice of Gojo filled the air as my heartbeat picked up. The nerves of my first day were starting to roll in now.

Gojo: "So, Mom said you went to Kyoto but it didn't work out. That must suck?"

(Y/n): "I guess. I never really felt like I fit in at the school. Then again, I don't really feel like I fit in with our family. I'm not exactly the best sorcerer around."

I chuckled after saying that, but that was more so a pity laugh. I definitely wasn't the best sorcerer in our family. Despite what others may say.

Gojo: "Hey, relax, Babu. Everyone has their own time to shine. I'm sure you've just gotta be patient is all. You'll get there."

(Y/n): "Hopefully..."

Gojo: "Besides! You've got me now! Cousin Gojo is gonna show you the ropes of being an awesome Sorcerer! And a badass hero as well!"

(Y/n): [Chuckles] "Thanks, Gojo..."

...You know, despite what I feel at times. Times when I feel useless in my own family. It's moments like this that make me feel like I should keep on living...

Gojo: "So...You still a virgin or what?"

...And then moments like this where I feel like ending it all. From that moment on, nothing but the sound of Gojo's laughter flooded the air as we continued on our way. I was really hoping the rest of the day would turn out better. But knowing my luck, it's hard to say.

******

Before I knew it, Gojo and I had reached the final hallway that led up to the classroom where I'd meet my fellow first-year students. You know, on the journey here, I kept thinking how surprising it was that I wasn't so overly nervous to meet people. Now, going to a new school and having to put my name up once more as a sorcerer, yeah, those I was nervous about. But in the matter of meeting new people, I didn't exactly feel nervous whatsoever.

However...That completely changed now. I don't know whether it was because we were only a few rooms away from the aforementioned classroom, or what! Why it seemed that with each step I took, the growing beat of my heart would echo through my head like a volcano going off. I was simply left with my thoughts.

Reminding me to remain calm, to not overdo anything, and just be normal. Once I managed to regain some normalcy around my emotions, I went to turn to Gojo to ask him something. However, when I went to turn to him, he was no longer there. Instead, the door a little behind where I currently stood was now opened all the way, with Gojo's voice exploding from within its walls. Instantly, a wave of nervous sweat began to run down my face.

Gojo: "TRANSFER STUDENT INCOMING!! LET'S GET THE PARTY...Started..."

Why did he pause? Why was there a pause? WHY WAS GOJO PAUSING?! I don't know why but as soon as I heard the pause in his sentence, I began fearing the worst. After all, Gojo only paused to stop talking when something was bad. The mere thought of something already causing this day to be terrible quickly shot up throughout my body. So much so I was left to stand next to the wall and clench my heart.

Now, little did I know that it wasn't something overly serious. Instead, the pause came from Gojo being surprised when after bursting into the room, the students did not jump up for joy like he expected. Instead, they remained seated at their desks. Silent, and seemingly bored out of their minds. That, or they just weren't willing to encourage Gojo's energetic behaviour. Which I can technically understand.

Gojo: "Uh...What's up, guys?"

Maki: "Is it true?"

Maki Zen'in. Daughter of Ogi Zen'in and the elder twin to her sister Mai Zen'in. With green hair, and a stern gaze that was only heightened by the glasses she always wore, the only female of the classroom wasted no time in sending her judgemental gaze toward Gojo. Despite being a teacher, Maki never really respected Gojo much. But Gojo normally played it off. Like right now, as Maki's question, though, an ambiguous one at that matter, filled the air, Gojo simply tilted his head before smiling brightly.

Gojo: [Giant smile] "Is what true, Maki?"

Maki: [Sighs and rolls eyes] "That the new kid is a punk?"

Even standing outside in the hallway, I got a clear direction of the words being brought up about me. Such was enough to multiply my panicking and cause me to sweat double time.

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "Punk?! I'm not a punk! I'm the exact opposite of a punk!"

Gojo: "A punk? Ha! He's not a punk!"

Well, at least he's defending me. Maybe I'll still be able to avenge this poor opinion about me--

Gojo: "Babu's a good boy! Haha! His Mom says so all the time how her angel is always out helping people or playing at the park!"

I don't know what was worse. That Gojo's first declaration of my name was 'Babu'; the matter in which he said I was an 'angel' who 'played at the park'; or the fact he said all of this with that same stupid smile he had. Honestly, I swear, sometimes Gojo does stuff like this on purpose. I mean, does he get enjoyment out of seeing me suffer? Though, what made the moment even worse was the response the class gave.

Panda: "Babu? Haha! What kind of name is that? Haha!"

Inumaki: "Salmon roe."

Maki: "Pfft...Babu? Sounds like a punk's name..."

Gojo: [Smiles brightly] "Now, now, don't be like that. Babu is just the nickname I give him. His real name is (Y/n) (L/n), he's my cousin who just moved here from Kyoto's Jujutsu High. Please, he nice to him on his first day."

Maki: "Be nice to him? To a guy that sounds like that...No thanks."

Inumaki: "Salmon."

Panda: "..."

Gojo: "Well, then...Whatever."

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "Whatever? WHATEVER?!"

Is that really all he's going to say after that?! There's no way I can go in there now! No way! They already think I'm some punk...and fish? Salmon? What does that mean? Does it mean he can smell me from here? No way! I showered before getting on the train today...Three times!

(Y/n): [Sighs] "...Why can life never be easy for me?"

"HAHA! Of course, life can't be easy for you! You're related to me?!"

(Y/n): "Huh?"

Upon lifting my head I was greeted by the sight of Gojo poking his head out into the hallway through the opened door.

(Y/n): "AH!"

The sudden appearance was enough to cause me to jolt on the spot. Thankfully, I managed to catch myself with my feet before I could go anything more embarrassing. However, I was given little time to rest before Gojo spoke out once more.

Gojo: "Come on, get in here! Come meet everyone, Babu!"

(Y/n): "Uh, yeah, about that." [Nervously chuckles] "Look, Gojo, I really think I should just--"

Gojo: "None of that. Come on!"

(Y/n): "Wait. No. I--"

The next thing I knew Gojo reached out for me. His hand glued tightly to the crop of my school uniform and dragged me into the room. Despite it only being a split second from the transition between the hallway and the classroom, I already contemplated the reaction and thoughts of the students inside. Little did I know, not many of them seemed interested in me.

Panda: [Thoughts] "I wonder what I'll have for lunch today?"

Inumaki: [Thoughts] "Hope the new guy doesn't embarrass himself."

Maki: [Thoughts] "Pfft. Of course, we had to get a new guy. Doesn't matter. Gonna give him the silent treatment."

*Cough* *Cough*

Maki: "Huh?"

Upon lifting her head, Maki was greeted by a sight that I wish wasn't ingrained into my memory of my first time meeting these guys. But, of course, it was. I mean, who else but Gojo would take the opportunity to give someone a dazzling welcome. It started with the taller Gojo standing right in front of me, blocking anyone from seeing me, and from me seeing them. So, I guess in a way that was nice. But once he caught everyone's attention, after coughing, he suddenly leaned down sideways, which caused my head to tilt slightly in witnessing this.

At first, I questioned why he was doing this. Then I was given a reason why when I saw him walking to the side, whilst still leaning sideways. It didn't take much longer for me to realize he was basically saying "The stage is yours" to me. Only once I realized this that my gaze shifted to the room before me, where I witnessed the sight of my new classmates for the first time. A girl with green hair in a ponytail and glasses, a short boy with part of his uniform covering his mouth...and a panda.

(Y/n): "...Is that a panda?"

Panda: "What did he just call me?! What did you just call me? Wanna go?!"

(Y/n): "IT CAN TALK?!"

Panda: "That's it! You're dead!"

(Y/n): "What? No!"

Maki: "Hehe~"

Any words to defend myself from the current situation were soon found clogged in my throat. I was more so focused on losing my life to a panda who was now standing on his feet and slammed his hands into the desk in front of him. Beside him, the girl with glasses was grinning. She was both trying to hide it, and not hide it, as she looked down at her desk.

Then the last dude was just staring at me. All of this happened in about a few seconds. But just when I was wondering if 'death by panda' would be a badass way to go out, I was suddenly saved by Gojo who walked back out in front of me with a smile. As if everything that just happened didn't phase him.

Gojo: "Well, well. What an introduction?" [Suddenly leans toward you and whispers] "Seriously, Babu, outright just calling him a panda?"

(Y/n): "What else was I supposed to say?"

Gojo: "Oh, well. Nothing you can change about it now." [Suddenly turns to the class] "As said before, everyone! This is (Y/n) (L/n), my cousin--"

THNK!

The sudden sound of something cutting through the air with expertise was all it took to cut Gojo off, and apparently, almost me as well. For a second after the sound entered the air, I noticed a sudden appearance from my reflection only a few inches from my face to the left. A simple turn of my head was all it took to see the sharp end of a red naginata, which was basically a spear-like weapon used long ago. This was my first time actually seeing one...and it was inches from my face.

(Y/n): "Um...Is this some kind of test?"

I asked that question both to God, and Gojo. Neither answered right away. But the person who attempted to kill me did.

"Hey."

The single word was all that was needed to lead my gaze to slowly turn my head back toward the rest of the classroom. Only to see the girl with glasses standing less than five feet away. With her narrowed gaze focused on me.

Maki: "Let's make one thing clear here. This is a school to fight curses. Not a normal school where you can go about your daily life making friends and not cleaning yourself properly like other boys."

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "Excuse me?"

Panda: "Hey. Maki. That's offensive to us boys here."

Inumaki: "Salmon."

Maki: [Sighs and mutters] "Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots." [To you] "Point is! If you're gonna be here. Make sure you pull your weight with you. We don't need anyone holding us back. Got it?"

--Flashback: Six Years Ago--

"We're only letting you on our team because we don't have any other choice, okay? So make sure you pull your weight with you. We don't need some loser holding us back. Got it?"

I knew the sentence Maki said was familiar...I just wish it was under better circumstances. You see, all my life I've kinda felt like an outcast in a way. Wow! I know, right? A teenager feeling alone and unwanted! So original for a story, huh? Well...It's true. Ever since I was kid I felt left out. Now, that wasn't to say I didn't have friends. I did! And we'd have fun...However, it still felt one-sided. So, when it came to life in general, I still felt alone. It didn't help that my Mom was a Sorcerer, so I didn't see her much around the house.

And my Dad was a lawyer, so besides very rare occasions, he'd always be in his office working. My school life wasn't very different. Like right now, six years ago, where Ten Year Old me could be seen standing amongst the other kids who were getting ready for a game of dodgeball. Now, besides the fact that these kids were considered 'cool' for ten-year-olds, it was also obvious by size that I didn't belong. These kids felt like adults to me. For a ten-year-old, I was rather short. So being forced to always look up at people was another thing that held me back.

It just made me think even more that I wasn't the same as everyone else. So when I was ask by some of these kids to join them in dodgeball, I was excited. I finally thought they saw me as one of their own. I could finally have friends that saw me as a friend as much as I did them. However, my excitement for it all soon went out the window when I realized I was just there to make up the numbers. We were on teams of six, with two teams going up against each other. At first, things seemed normal. The game was in progress with red dodgeballs flying everywhere.

And even though I had yet to get a chance to throw a ball myself, the fact I was here amongst these cool people was more than enough for me. It was due to this opportunity to spend time with these people that I did my best to help them win the game. Unfortunately, for the first five minutes, it was nothing but running back and forth. Trying to get dodgeballs to throw back, but I never could. Thankfully, due to my small size, I was able to weave and duck under a lot of oncoming traffic. But still, I wanted to eliminate someone from the opposite team.

To contradict in helping my team win. However, things didn't look so good. After a few more minutes, I realized, I was alone. The only player left on my team. Whilst four remained opposite myself. I was a sitting duck. I was doomed, to say the least. And it seemed my teammates thought the same.

"Man, we're gonna lose!"

"How is (Y/n) the only one left?"

"We're screwed!"

"I told you, you shouldn't have picked him, Takashi!"

"Shut up, loser! I had no choice. We lost the bet. Besides, Yuma isn't here today and we needed a sixth person. So blame him!"

"Yeah...It's his fault we lost."

...I don't exactly know how to describe the feeling I felt upon hearing my teammates already admit defeat. It hurt, for sure. But in a strange way, it also gave me some source of motivation. It was like a fire was lit inside of me. Suddenly giving me energy to push forward and give this moment my all. If I wanted friends...Now was the chance. And I wasn't going to waste it. Even as I stared down my four opponents, with grins running across their faces, I merely focused up as they taunted me from the other side of the field.

"Haha! Look at this wimp, he's all alone."

"What's the matter, baby? Gonna go cry to your Mommy?"

"He will after we beat him."

"We're totally got this in the bag."

I wouldn't blame anyone to think I was nothing but an easy target. I was shorter than these kids. I wasn't as quick. And I was outnumbered. So if you put the odds against me and thought the other team would win, I wouldn't blame you...But that wouldn't mean I'd agree, either. And I went about proving exactly that when one of the four opponents brought his arm back and launched the dodgeball. It was a good throw. Firm, hard, and heading straight for me.

A quick intake of my breath went off upon first seeing the oncoming target. My body froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my fallen teammates drop their heads in defeat. That one thing was all it took for something inside of me...To just snap. The next time my eyes opened, I felt full of energy. I felt quicker. Stronger. I felt in control. And that was given proof when the next thing I realized...I had caught the ball. And not only was I surprised. But so were my teammates, and my opponents.

"He caught it?"

"Huh?"

"How?"

"There's no way a dweeb like that just did that."

They were clearly surprised. But no as much as me. I just stood there, and looked at the ball in hand. When I came to realize I finally had a chance to eliminate someone, I took in a deep breath and turned toward my opponents. However, they didn't seem to fear me. The person who threw the ball at me previously soon stepped forward, a cocky grin spread across his lips as he turned to his friends.

"Ha! Oh, look, the baby caught the ball. So what? Besides, it's not like he can--"

BONK!

The sound echoed as the eyes of the boy opened wider. It was soon showcased the ball had struck him in the back of the head. Clearly, it surprised him. But it also surprised me. I could barely believe what I saw. I was shocked. Even more so when the boy walked off the field after being eliminated. Now, it wasn't like he went cleanly. He argued this and that, that the shot didn't count because he wasn't ready. But his friends seemed more than happy to get rid of him. Teasing their comrade as he walked off the field in disgust. He glared at me, but I didn't mind. Seeing him eliminated was the confidence I needed.

It was with that confidence that I began my rampage. I needed to now prove that that one shot wasn't a full. So when another person stepped forward and try and eliminate me, I had to use all this newfound energy to dodge the strike. A quick sidestep before twisting around and grabbing the ball of the ground. It was as I did so that the other two opponents, who still had dodgeballs, took the opportunity to throw them both at me. I don't know why, but in this moment, I felt like I could sense the oncoming attacks. So much so that once I grabbed the dodgeball I quickly turned around and lifted it to my face. That proved enough to ricochet one of the attacks.

A simple jump to the side avoided the other one. The interesting thing now, however, was the fact that all the balls were now on my side of the field, and my opponents were left defenceless. Even so, they didn't fear me. They kept their smiles as they proclaimed how easy it would be to dodge whatever I threw at them. But I took that as a challenge. My first attempt at striking one of them out came within the blink of an eye. I don't know how the ball was thrown so fast. I had never had enough strength in my arms to do something like that before. Yet, one minute to the next, it was just me verses two others, as the third walked off.

It was at this point that my teammates started to grab a slither of hope. Such was proven by the fact they now no longer looked at the ground in defeat, but me. I couldn't help but smile upon seeing that. It made me feel like they had hope in me. And if they had hope in me...Maybe I could have hope in myself as well. So, I took that hope they offered, and focused up. The other two opponents left soon started to grow cautious of me. The added fact that I still had two dodgeballs proved as much. But they weren't empty-handed now either. They managed to capture the dodgeball in which I used to get rid of their friend.

So this time, it wouldn't be as easy. Nevertheless, I didn't give up as I picked a dodgeball off the ground and started charging towards my opponents. A sudden movement was all that was needed to get them both to pounce forward. The boy with the ball wasted no time in flinging the weapon in my general direction. But once again, as I ran towards them, time seemed to slow, allowing my mind to foresee the direction of the ball. Thanks to this I was able to jump up just in time, allowing the ball to hit the ground and bounce between my legs. With this happening, my opponents were now left open.

With a quick shot, I slung the dodgeball through the air and watched as it cut through the wind, before striking one of the boys right across the face. And this time it didn't just hit him...The strike was hard enough that it sent him flying backwards onto the ground.

"Agh!"

A loud groan escaped his mouth as his body dropped hard. Meanwhile, as my feet touched the ground, I looked over him in concern. I didn't want the kid to hate me. But more so, I didn't want him to be hurt.

(Y/n): "A-Are...Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw it that hard. I swear, I just--"

"Yeah, (Y/n)!"

(Y/n): "H-Huh?"

As soon as I heard my name from behind, I slowly turned my head, and what I saw shocked me. My teammates. Ones who previously seemed to care very little for me. Where now standing on their feet, with wide smiles on their faces, as they cheered me on.

"Go, (Y/n)!"

"Yeah, don't apologize for that! Keeping crushing them!"

"Ha! Knew it was a good idea to have him on our team, Takashi! Good job!"

"Hey! You totally weren't saying that before--Who am I kidding...Go get 'em, (Y/n)!"

"Yeah! Win the game for us!"

I couldn't describe how I felt right now. The way they looked at me. It was like I was one of them. I had never been good at something before in life. So to finally achieve praise, when I rarely received it from anyone else, was something I couldn't just simply ignore. However, instead of ignoring it, I decided to use it as fuel, to light the fire inside, as I turned to the final opponent left standing. As I did so, I found a new essence of determination to win this match. Unfortunately, things didn't go great from the start. Five minutes had passed by since it was just the two of us left. This kid just wouldn't give up. No matter what we threw at each other, we just dodged it.

I started to wonder if maybe I wouldn't be able to win. If I didn't, would my teammates still cheer me on? Or would they turn away in disgust? I didn't want to find out the answer to it, so I focused on winning this match. However, little did I know, I wasn't the only desperate one trying to win. Across the dirt field from me, my opponent sweating as he hunched over with a dodgeball in hand. I think he thought I'd be out quick and easy, but so far, I was giving him a run for his money. I couldn't exactly blame the angry look on his face, however. Because, unlike my teammates, who were cheering me on. This guys teammates were starting to bash him.

"Come on, loser! Hurry up and get him out!"

"He's just one kid!"

"Yeah, a weak kid!"

"Do something already!"

"If you don't do something, don't think about hanging out with us ever again."

(Y/n): "Huh?"

As soon as I heard that, my whole body paused. If this boy didn't win, his friends were just going to abandon him? I couldn't believe it. Earlier, they seemed like the best of friends. But now, when they were losing, they didn't seem to be as connective as I once saw them as. Even so, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy I was now facing. When he heard the final remark, he seemed hesitant to do anything, less it led to his defeat. Immediately, a lot of thoughts filled my head about what to do. I didn't want to lose, because I wanted these guys to like me.

But I also didn't want this other guy to feel hurt by his friends. I was at a crossroads, however, where as I showed compassion for my enemy. He didn't feel the same way as me. You see, it was as we reached this interlude, where we were able to catch out breath and think of what to do next, that my opponent turned to the right side of the field where another boy could be seen standing and watching the game. He had been sitting there since it started, but he didn't include himself in the game as he wanted to simply watch.

However, it appeared that he was soon going to do something more than watch. It was when I wasn't looking that my opponent turned to this kid and nodded his head. A silent signal that was enough for the boy watching to pick up what was being put down. So much so that within the next few seconds he bent over and picked up a handful of dirt in his hand. All the while I was focused on dodging the oncoming attack. But first, I had to deal with some taunting from my opponent.

"Haha! You know, (Y/n), you really seem like you're having fun? You like people being nice to you? Well, just remember. When this is all over, everyone here...Will forget about you. You're nothing."

(Y/n): "Huh?"

"That's right. You're nothing. You're not our friend. You're just a loser. We had no one else who wanted to play, so we picked you. So don't think you're good at any of this."

(Y/n): "I-I don't...I just want to have fun..."

"Yeah, well, your fun ends here. Loser."

I was left shaken to the core by this remark. Solely by the vile way in which this ten-year-old boy said these words. It was like he hated me. But I had never done anything to him before. I never did anything, to anyone! But yet they hated me...They all hated me. Yet, I was given a glimmer of hope when the sound of my teammates spoke up.

"Focus up, (Y/n)!"

"Yeah, you need to win this for us."

"Don't back down now."

"Get the job done."

"You can do it!"

I can do it? I...I can do it. And I will. I had not only myself to win this for, but my teammates as well. Losing would be selfish. So I wouldn't lose. With such goals focused on my mind, I turned back to my opponent, finally...The time had come. Gathering every last bit of energy I had I stamped my feet into the ground and watched with patience as the boy across from me launched off his feet. However, that was my first mistake. I was so focused on the boy in front of me that I didn't notice what was happening to my side. The boy who had been watching this whole time had now picked up a handful of dirt and was simply buying his time before he could finally strike. And he chose to do it exactly when I least expected it.

"(Y/n)! Look out!"

(Y/n): "Hu--"

I could barely get the word out before I turned in the direction that the voice called from. However, before I knew it, a storm of dirt was thrown into my eyes. Immediately a loud groan burst from my lips as I reached out to claw at my head. The pain of having tiny grains of sand brush against my eyes was beyond irritating. But despite being clearly distracted, my opponent showed no pity. With no hesitation, he drew his arm back and launched his hand through the air. As he did so, time slowed once more. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. They questioned, hoped, and prayed for the outcome.

But for me, I could only crying in pain. I called out for everyone to just wait. To give me a second. But I wasn't given one. Instead, out of nowhere, I felt a heavy object slam into the side of my face. It came with a force so strong that I couldn't help but fall to the ground. It was all so sudden that I found myself questioning what had happened as soon as it took place. But despite that...It was too late. I had lost. And my opponents celebrated in their victory. By the time I managed to clear my eyes enough, I looked up to see that my opponents were gathered around in celebration. They cheered for their teammate.

Happy that he had won the game for them. But for me...My teammates did no such thing. They just stared at me with shame and regret. Shame that I had lost, and regret that they had placed any hope in me. I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream at them. To tell them it wasn't my fault. But the fear inside of me became too much...and I simply cowered away. And I've felt like that ever since. So now that I was faced with another similar situation where there was an opportunity to impress people, I was cautious, because as my life goes...It's not very easy when you're cursed like me.

--Present--

"Babu... Babu...HEY, BABU!"

(Y/n): "H-Huh? What?"

Being pushed back to reality I found myself standing in the classroom at Jujutsu High once more, everyone now looked at me like I was weird. Guess that's what happens when you black out to the past. Even so, the look they offered me was not exactly one I enjoyed seeing.

Gojo: "Everything alright?"

He asked optimistically as he tilted his head to the side. I was forced to catch my thoughts rapidly. However, before I could respond, I was interrupted by my classmates.

Maki: "Great. He's a punk and he can't hear properly." [Mutters] "Pfft. Why is he even here."

(Y/n): "Um...I..."

Gojo: [Swings arm over your shoulder] "Don't worry about them, Babu. They're going through a rebellious phase right now." [Turns to the others] "So much so I'll make introductions quick! The girl that tried to kill you-and is currently glaring at me for some reason--"

Maki was indeed glaring at Gojo as he said that.

Gojo: "--Is cursed tool user, Maki Zen'in. She uses special tools to exorcise curses..."

I went to go look at Maki after he said that, but by this point, she had sent her glare towards me. So I was quick to return my line of sight right back toward Gojo as my nervous sweating picked back up.

Gojo: "The silent boy standing next to her is cursed speech user Toge Inumaki. His vocabulary is limited to rice ball ingredients, so good luck talking to him."

Inumaki: "Kelp."

Just like Gojo suggested, I had no idea what he was saying. But he raised his hand, so I just raised mine back with an awkward smile.

Gojo: "And Panda."

Panda: "I'm Panda. Nice to meetcha."

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "...I still don't know why there's a talking panda here."

Gojo: [Scratches chin] "Well...That's about it.

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE NOT GONNA EXPLAIN WHY THE PANDA IS TALKING?!"

And, by no surprise, Gojo didn't further explain anything. Instead, he just turned to me with a cheery smile and patted me on the back.

Gojo: "So, including you, Babu, that makes four first-years! Now, onto actual boring school work, our afternoon practical Jujutsu class...Is going to be conducted in pairs. Toge and Panda, you pair up."

Panda: [Thumbs up to Toge] "Let's do our best."

Inumaki: "Salmon."

Gojo: [Turns to you and grins] "(Y/n) and Maki, pair up."

Maki: "Gah!"

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "She said 'Gah'! Like the actual word!" [Out Loud] "Um...I'm looking forward to working with you..."

Maki: "...You were bullied, weren't you?"

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "How'd she know?!?!"

It seemed my silence was enough of an answer for her.

Maki: "Thought so. I'd totally pick on you, too."

(Y/n): "Uh--"

Maki: [Sighs] "Honestly, I don't know why you're here. I mean, I could tell by one look alone that you weren't made out for this stuff. Yet, we're just supposed to ignore that because Gojo is your cousin."

(Y/n): "I don't want--"

Maki: "If you're not fully prepared for this, don't be here. Simple as that. We don't need anyone slowing us down."

There was that phrase again. All it took was a split second to hear it before any sort of energy in my body was gone. She was right. I didn't belong here. And they don't need anyone slowing them down. Especially in a place like Jujutsu High, where they work to protect people. So they didn't need someone who could cause more harm than damage. I guess that just goes to show my cursed potential once more.

Panda: "That's enough, Maki."

Inumaki: [Glares at Maki] "Fish flakes."

Maki: [Groans] "Fine! Whatever! Let's just get this stupid class over with."

And so with that, Maki walked out the room without another word. Such left myself, Gojo, Panda, and Inumaki to watch in silence. That was until the only animal in the room suddenly placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. Causing my head to lift upward as I looked at him. Despite being a panda, I think he was trying to give me his best supportive smile possible.

Panda: "Sorry 'bout that, new guy. She can be a little harsh sometimes."

(Y/n): "Yeah, well...It's not anything new."

No, it wasn't...

--An Hour Later--

Following that point, everyone left the class and we got ready for our journey to wherever this afternoon's Jujutsu Class was being held. Eventually, we found out it had something to do with a school in the outskirts of Tokyo. On the car ride here, nothing was said much. Well, Gojo took the duty of explaining more about myself to the others.

So, that was embarrassing, but I was too caught up in my own thoughts to really care. The only time I really started to pick things up was when we finally arrived at the school. It was void, empty of life. Not a single sound filled the air as Gojo led us through the front gates. Only then, did he begin to explain why we were actually here.

(Y/n): "So...Gojo, why exactly are we at this school?"

Gojo: "Great question, Babu!"

(Y/n): [Mutters] "Please stop calling me that."

Hehehehe~

(Y/n): "Huh?"

Upon turning around to look over my shoulder, I saw the strange giggling was coming directly from the three people who were now my classmates. Panda and Unimaki seemed to be doing it out of a playful sense, whilst Maki just grinned at me like she was a curse or something.

Panda: [Silently chuckles] "Babu."

Inumkai: [Silently giggles] "Salmon."

Maki: [Snickers] "This is going to be perfect~"

(Y/n): [Thoughts] "Great. Even more fuel to the fire."

Gojo: "We believe this elementary school is the latest location a cursed spirit has taken refuge in. We've had reports of children going missing here." [Turns to you and smiles] "So that's why you guys are here!"

(Y/n): "Oh..."

Honestly, even with how my life is, I sometimes forget how dark this world can really get. I can't help but put myself in the position of these kids that were taken. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I just hoped they were okay.

Gojo: "From what we know of two kids have been taken."

Maki: [Sighs] "Not surprising it's in this of all places. Crowded places with lots of memories...they tend to generate curses more often."

Maki was right. Just like schools, hospitals and other such crowded places were prone to bring out curses more often. People's memories feed negative emotions into places like these. And that results in curses getting on the loose and hurting people.

Gojo: "Thankfully for those two kids, and anyone else caught in harm or danger, we've got you guys here to deal with it."

(Y/n): "Wait! What? Us?! Aren't you going to help?"

Gojo: "No? Why? Haha!"

(Y/n): "B-Because I..." [Mutters] "...Because I've never properly fought a curse before."

I did my best to hide that fact, but even so, it was caught up by the others. Soon enough the sound of loud laughter from Panda, who couldn't believe what I said filled the air. Meanwhile, Inumaki sounded off random rice ball ingredients, and Maki just glared at me with a look that basically said 'Why did I have to be the one to get stuck with him'. Funnily enough, she decided to say exactly that a few seconds after I noticed the glare.

Maki: "Why did I have to be the one to get stuck with him?"

Yeah...That was really encouraging to see. However, before I could comment in any way whatsoever. I was interrupted by Gojo swinging an arm over my shoulder.

Gojo: "Don't worry, Babu. I believe in you. Besides, you're not alone. You've got Maki."

(Y/n): "Yeah, about that..."

Maki: [Glaring at you] "I'm not going to save you if you end up dying."

(Y/n): "What?!"

She didn't respond before walking off. Panda and Inumaki followed shortly after. I was about to reluctantly do so myself, however, before I could get very fair I was suddenly stopped by the voice of Gojo once more.

Gojo: "Oh, Babu, wait up a moment! I have something to help you."

(Y/n): "Help? What? Is it a gun? It's a gun, isn't i--"

However, the joyous smile on my face was suddenly dropped when I turned back around to see Gojo holding nothing but a roll of black bandages in his hand.

(Y/n): "Bandages? Why do you--" [Blankly stares at him] "Don't tell me this is some kind of joke about using these when I get hurt? Because if it is, I really don't wanna hear it."

Gojo: "What? No! These are special bandages. It's a cursed tool!"

(Y/n): "A cursed tool? These? Bandages?"

Gojo: [Smiles] "Yep!"

Okay, I've been doubtful about a lot of things today. But none so more than right now, as I took the roll of black bandages from Gojo's hand and began examining them. Nothing about them seemed out of place. They were normal bandages. At least, to the naked eye they were.

(Y/n): "So...What exactly are these for?"

Gojo: "Simple. You just wrap them around your fist and arms, once you infuse them with cursed energy, they'll be as hard as steel."

(Y/n): "Really? Just like that?"

Gojo: "Yep! Just like that! Cool, huh?"

Yeah, cool...The only problem with that is I'm not exactly full of cursed energy. Sure, I can use it, but not like everyone else here. And especially not in my family. But Gojo seemed to have sensed my worries as before I knew it, I felt a gentle hand land on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw the equally gentle smile my cousin offered me.

Gojo: "Look, (Y/n), I know you have doubts about yourself. But I believe in you. So does Mom. I know your life hasn't exactly been perfect. But trust me when I say there is a moment out there waiting for you. A moment where you can stand up and show everyone your true potential. And not just as a sorcerer...But as a person as well."

I don't know what I found more unbelievable. The fact that Gojo said such words with a heartfelt message embedded in it. Or that he did all of that without joking or calling me that stupid nickname. Either way, I was left speechless at first. I didn't know what else to say. In the end, I said nothing. I simply lowered my head slightly and nodded in agreement to Gojo's words.

Of course, when I went to thank him, I was immediately silenced by Gojo's energetic laughter returning. So I came to realize that any chance of savouring the moment longer was not an option. But I didn't bother to try and salvage any of it. Instead, I held onto the bandages given to my by Gojo and proceeded to race off after Maki, who I'm sure was eagerly waiting to yell at me for keeping her waiting.

"Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

The words fell from Gojo's mouth as I raced off toward the others. As I did, a curtain of complete darkness proceeded to surround the building and the surrounding area of the elementary school. It wasn't the first time I had seen a curtain in action. Basically, it was something that kept Curses struck inside of whatever location the curtain was wrapped around. But despite seeing this before, I always found the sentence odd.

"Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

I mainly found it odd because it was a sentence my Mom would say to me every night before she tucked me into bed. Whenever I asked her, she'd just say it was to keep the nightmares at bay whilst I slept. But I always questioned that statement. As Mom always seemed sad after saying it to me. She looked down at me like she wanted to help, but she couldn't. It made me wonder if I had did something wrong...but I never asked. Even so, hearing Gojo saying it now, I couldn't help but think back to those moments as a kid. But I was quick to shake those thoughts from my mind as I finally caught up with Maki.

******

Unfortunately, things did not go as well as I would have hoped. For starters, Maki and I immediately ditched Panda and Unimaki. Which, I guess, isn't much of a surprise. However, as soon as we did, we were cornered by a bunch of curses whose bodies seemed to be made up of sideways-facing stitched mouths. A single, large, eye rested at the edge of the lips, for the head. I was so disgusted by the sight that I barely noticed one of the curses rip open its mouth and asked me to get in. Thankfully, before anything bad could happen, I was saved by Maki.

Who, with her naginata easily disposed of the trio of curses. They were weaker curses for sure, as Maki pointed out the fact that weaker curses tended to stick together and work in teams. Yet, they didn't seem to phase Maki whatsoever. However, with being being saved by Maki before I could do anything, it left me in a deeper ditch with her. She did nothing but offer me sideways glances of disappointment as we headed into the school. And that's where we are now. Walking through the dark hallways of this abandoned elementary school searching for the missing children. Maki took the lead. Her weapon and attention were ready to attack.

Meanwhile, I walked a little further behind as I struggled to wrap the black bandages Gojo gave me around my hands, wrists, and upper arms. It was as I did that, that I sent my gaze up ahead to the girl I had been partnered with. Ever since meeting her, I could tell Maki wasn't a very open person. Which, was fine. But this situation involving people was something I had been a part of often. To the point, I didn't want this one to end up like the others. So, in a moment of complete courage, I tried to start a conversation with the otherwise normal-looking girl.

(Y/n): [Weakly smiles] "So...Aren't you scared of all this, Zen'in?"

Maki: "Why? Because I'm a girl?"

(Y/n): "What?! No! I was just--Zen'in, I didn't--"

Maki: "Don't call me by my last name."

(Y/n): "Oh...Sorry."

Yep. Just about as well as I thought it'd go knowing my luck. Nevertheless, I didn't say much more for a few minutes. Instead, the two of us just walked in silence. It wasn't until we reached a narrow hallway with classrooms on each side that the words inside began to come out. I wasn't necessarily trying to start a conversation with Maki. But in the end, if one was started, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

(Y/n): "This seems like the place ghosts would be. Lucky me..."

Maki: "Where'd you get that kind of idea? Movies?"

Partially, yes. But I wasn't going to say that to her. I didn't want Maki to think I was any more pathetic than I was already. So I kept it to myself, but tried my best to keep up the conversation. Mainly because talking would be the one thing that would help me calm down a little right now.

(Y/n): "You know...I'm surprised that even with the curtain that there aren't many curses around."

Maki: "No, there are. They just aren't attacking."

(Y/n): "Huh? What do you--"

It was like, in that one moment, a switch was turned on inside of my head. Now, I could see curses before. But I don't know whether it was my mind trying to block any harmful activity from reaching my mind, or what. But after Maki's words 'curses' seemed to be the only thing I saw. For every empty classroom we passed, the faint silhouettes and faces of various curses could be seen hidden away in the darkness. It was like they were afraid of something.

It was only when I started thinking what it could possibly be that my eyes wandered back over toward Maki. The first thought I got was "Were they afraid of her?". I mean, she walked like she had the intention to kill. And the look on her face didn't seem to suggest anything else. But I was quick to shake the thoughts from my mind and focused up. Clearly, there was a higher-grade curse somewhere around here.

"Hey."

(Y/n): "Hmm?"

Upon lifting my head I was greeted by the sight of Maki looking over her shoulder at me.

(Y/n): "Uh, y-yeah?"

Maki: "What grade are you?"

(Y/n): "Grade? Oh! Uh, I've got my school ID somewhere..."

Quickly I began fishing around my uniform for any sign of my school ID. It seemed this only annoyed Maki, who crossed her arms impatiently before beginning to tap her foot.

Maki: "You seriously don't know your own grade off by heart?"

(Y/n): "Uh...No."

Mainly because at my old school I started out as 'Special Grade'. But that was solely because people knew what clan I was from and immediately gave me the title. They thought I was going to be the next big thing. Yet, they were sorely mistaken. Eventually, I was able to free my school ID and took a quick glance before handing it over to Maki. A few seconds of silenced passed as she examined it before returning it to me, of course...Unimpressed as always. Or, that's what i took it as anyway.

Maki: "Grade four, huh? And here I thought Gojo's cousin would be higher up."

(Y/n): "Yeah, well...A lot of people thought the same."

It was as I said those words that my gaze started to linger away from Maki and in a random direction to the side. I don't know what it was when that happened. But as soon as I looked away, I felt as if I had a tidal wave of guilt and regret on my shoulder. The pressure weighing me down soon became too much, and I broke as I dropped my head in shame.

(Y/n): [Sighs] "...You're right, you know?

Maki: "Huh?"

I could tell that wasn't an invitation to continue, but again, the weight holding me down didn't give up.

(Y/n): "About me not being here. I shouldn't. I've never really had the purpose in life to be in a place like this. So I shouldn't be here. Simple as that..."

Maki: "Then why are you here then? Just quit."

(Y/n): "You don't think I've thought about it?"

This was the first time looking back at her since I first spoke. It seemed enough to hook Maki into what I was saying. When I saw that, I don't know, in a way it felt nice that someone was finally listening to me. Whether they cared or not was another story. Even so, I took the opportunity to keep talking. Like it was something I had needed for years.

(Y/n): "...The only reason I am here is because my Mom's a famous sorcerer and I'm related to Gojo. So I'm here by default. Sorcery its...It's the only thing in my life that's been guaranteed, you know? Like, I haven't been able to have other dreams because people always expected me to be the next big thing in fighting curses."

Maki: "So...What? You've never dreamed about doing something with your life?"

(Y/n): "Of course, I've dreamed about stuff. But it was never to the point where I actually felt I could achieve it. Before I can even remember, my Mom, and my clan, have pushed this life of a sorcerer on me. And don't get it wrong. I don't mind that...At least it's something. But...It doesn't take old classmates...Or new ones..."

Again, I glanced up at Maki.

(Y/n): "...To realize I'm not wanted here. I guess...I guess I stuck with it for so long was because I thought that if I somehow got good at being a sorcerer, at least then I could do some good in life and maybe be lucky enough to have a few friends along the way."

Now, it went unnoticed by me at this point in time. But it was as I was speaking that more emotion started to appear on Maki's face. Now, I didn't know anything about this girl. But going off by the way she seemed more inclined to listen to my sob story gave me the feeling that she somehow knew what I was talking about. Which...Was nice. I never really had someone to relate to.

Nevertheless, if I had a choice to be alone for eternity, and have no other person feel the way I did. Or to have at least one person know what it was like...I'd choose to be alone. Not because I didn't want the company in my lonely life. I did. I wanted it more than anything. However, I knew how bad it could get...being alone...and I wouldn't wish that pain upon anyone no matter what they had done in life. So I'd choose to be alone.

It was as that recollection popped into my mind that I suddenly lifted my head back towards Maki. This sudden movement seemed to shock her. Once she saw my eyes looking at her own, she was quick to cover up any sense of emotion on her face. Meanwhile, I offered her the best serious expression I could in the moment. Again, a sudden shock appeared from my face, including a blush, when my face was pushed within inches of her own.

(Y/n): "But I want you to know even if I shouldn't be here. That doesn't mean I won't do whatever it takes to make your job easier. Because what you do is important! You protect people, Zen'in. More than I ever could...And that's why you're amazing."

Even me in present could tell that remark left quite the surprise with Maki, who's blush had only worsened, whilst her eyes widened in more shock. When I noticed such, I immediately pulled my head away and began scratching my head nervously.

(Y/n): "Uh...S-Sorry for getting so close. And, um...saying that. I just meant...I think you're amazing because unlike me...You don't have a problem when it comes to saving people."

I was so caught up in contemplating whether or not what I just said would make Maki hate me even more. So much so the nervous sweating was quick to return as my chest pumped faster. However, I was soon shown to have no such fears when the soft, aggravated voice of Zen'in Maki entered the air.

Maki: "...Who says I don't have a problem?"

(Y/n): "Huh?"

Maki: "I said...Who says I don't have a problem?"

(Y/n): "What? Oh...Um..."

Maki: "Yeah. Didn't think through that much, huh? Pfft...Pathetic..." [Sighs] "...But it's true."

I think I was so caught off guard by the fact that Maki now carried the softest look on her face I had seen since meeting her. Going off it, it seemed she was contemplating whether or not to tell me whatever it was she was thinking about. Though, whatever it was, she seemed to reach her answer when she slowly began to remove her glasses from her face. She didn't look at me whilst she spoke. She just kept looking at what was now in her hand.

Maki: "If I didn't have these I wouldn't be able to do any of this."

(Y/n): "Wha...What do you mean? Are you blind without your glasses or something?"

Maki: [Thoughts] "Did...Did he really just say that whilst looking at me like a confused puppy?"

I never knew what Maki thought in that moment. All I knew was that she stared at me like I was a confused puppy or something. Thankfully, it didn't take much for her to paint me a clearer picture. A picture I never expected to come from the girl, or anyone at Jujutsu High for that matter.

Maki: "You're not the only one with low curse energy, (Y/n). If it weren't for these glasses, I wouldn't be able to see a single damn curse. Let alone fight any."

(Y/n): "You have low cursed energy as well?!"

Maki: "Pfft. Don't make it out like it's a good thing."

(Y/n): "O-Oh, right...Sorry."

I guess I was just a little excited to see someone who was similar to me is all.

Maki: "But still...If it wasn't for these stupid glasses, I'd be at the bottom. Unable to do anything. I'd be a disgrace to my classmates and my teachers..." [Turns to you] "Kinda like are right now."

(Y/n): [Drops head] "Oh..."

Maki: "But in saying that..."

(Y/n): [Looks up] "Huh?"

Upon lifting my head, I was greeted by Maki holding her own high. Her gaze narrowed down onto my own. However, it wasn't out of distaste. But more so out of a firmness to push me out of my pool of self-doubt. At least, that's the way I wanted to interpret it.

Maki: "Just because something life has given you is telling you to sit the fuck down...It doesn't mean you need to. You may not have the fighting skills yet, but if you get off your sorry butt and work hard, you'll get there. Besides, unlike me, you can see curses without wearing these stupid glasses. So, in one way or another...You're already better than me."

Despite being shocked by the entire sentence itself, I found myself truly caught up with the final words. The fact that Maki, someone who was clearly better than me, admitted her faults with such sorrow, whilst trying to build me up. It was something you didn't see often. And it made me truly stuck in awe at hearing it. Yet, it also made me sad...sad for myself...and sad for Maki. Because, in a way, with her admitting her problems, it kinda felt like she didn't see herself as better than me. Even when she clearly--

Maki: "But I'm still better than you."

(Y/n): "H-Huh?"

Maki: "Just remember that. I may have to wear glasses, but I'm still better. Just...Don't use being weak as an excuse, okay?"

(Y/n): "O-Oh, right..."

Maki: "Wait...Haha..."

(Y/n): "What?"

Looking up, I saw Maki was now grinning from ear to ear as she looked down at me. It had me confused. However, it was in this confusion and laughter, that neither one of us took notice to the dark presence beginning to loom from the shadowy hall ahead of us.

Maki: "Haha! You totally thought that I was admitting that you were better than me, huh?"

(Y/n): "What? No, I wasn't."

Maki: "You did! You totally did! Haha! This is priceless. I mean, imagine a punk like you being able to beat me in a--"

"MAKI! LOOK OUT!"

Immediately Maki was silenced by the cry from my voice. I remember it all just happening so quickly. It was as Maki taunted me that I saw something move from behind her. Whatever it was, it launched from the darkness behind her to attack the unsuspecting female. The next thing I knew, I was pushing Maki out the way. Once I did that, however, it left me in the path of the towering curse that was now coming straight for me. It was a long, thick creature, with a fat body that resembled that almost of a large caterpillar.

It seemed to have multiple human arms as legs along the bottom of its body. Whilst it had a jaw that opened to reveal a bottomless abyss filled with sharp dagger-like teeth. It was in this very moment that so many voices stormed through my head. Yelling at me to run away. And I almost did...But that's when a sense of peace suddenly filled my body. My eyes shutting. As they did, it was like everything else in the world was shut off also. Allowing me to just focus on the positives and the encouraging words I had received throughout today.

"I know you have doubts about yourself. But I believe in you. So does Mom."

"Your life hasn't exactly been perfect. But trust me when I say there is a moment out there waiting for you."

"...A moment where you can stand up and show everyone your true potential. And not just as a sorcerer...But as a person as well."

It was funny when you think about it. I was never close with Gojo. I hardly knew him. Yet, that didn't seem to hold Gojo back from encouraging me. From believing in me. From calling me that stupid nickname. So if he believed in me. Maybe I could believe in myself. But he wasn't the only voice I started to hear.

"Just because something life has given you is telling you to sit the fuck down...It doesn't mean you need to..."

"...You may not have the fighting skills yet, but if you get off your sorry butt and work hard, you'll get there..."

"...Besides, unlike me, you can see curses without wearing these stupid glasses. So, in one way or another...You're already better than me."

When Maki's voice began to join Gojo's, the pair started to repeat over one another. Even so, I was still able to take in what they said, and the more I did that, the more I felt this energy grow inside of me. I could do this. I could believe in myself. I didn't need to feel sorry. I needed to work hard.

I needed to be the person people see me as, even if I don't see it myself. Because if I'm being honest...I'm fucking sick and tired of being alone. It was with that revelation that my eyes opened, just in time to witness as the massive curse crawled its disgusting body at fast speeds in my direction.

"Th-Th-Tha-Thanks for the meal!"

It's voice was distorted, with the cries of its victims echoing in the background. I was afraid. But I didn't let fear hold me back. Instead, whatever fear I had inside of me, I proceeded to ball it up so fight into my very core until a fire was lit underneath it. Once it was fully ablaze, I finally released all my turmoil through my life with a fierce scream. I was finally ready to let my cursed potential free.

(Y/n): "AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!"

It was like thunder was cracking as the noise exploded from my mouth, as if did, my fist came launching from my side to come cutting through the air with no intention to stop anytime soon. And it continued on this warpath until finally it reached the target, the curse. A loud snarl came from its mouth as he launched toward me and Maki. Speaking of Maki, she was left lying on the ground, silent, as she witnessed the deranged look of anger on my face.

It was only when she realized what was going on that she quickly placed her glasses back onto her face...and just in time. As she did, she witnessed a sight unlike any other. For as the curse finally reached us both, my fist, now ignited with a golden flame that ran up the rest of my arm, cracked the sound barrier before landing directly on the cheek of this horrid monster. What came next happened in a blink of an eye.

It seemed like only the slightest of touches was made between my fist and the skin of the curse. So much so I can barely remember what it felt like. The point was, even with the slightest of touches, the extraordinary amounts of cursed energy that was now embodied in my arm was so strong that it not only sent the curse flying backwards in a matter of seconds. But it also ripped through the very walls and roof of the school.

It could have possibly been sent further off into the distance if it wasn't for the curtain which still resonated around the school. In the end, the body of the curse, not defeated with one punch, slammed against the pitch-black curtain and dropped to the ground below. Meanwhile, as for me, I was left standing in the exact same position in a daze as Maki tried to contemplate what she had just seen.

Maki: "(Y/n)? (Y/n)...? (Y/N)!"

The sound of Maki yelling out my name was the last thing I heard before complete darkness enveloped my body.

******

When I woke up next I was greeted by the sound of birds chirping in the distance and sun light appearing through the window. It was only a few seconds later that I was flooded with memories of everything that happened. So much so I jumped up with belated breathing.

(Y/n): "Wha-Wha-Wha--"

I could barely get the word out as I struggled between talking and breathing. Eventually, I settled on the latter. It was as I was breathing, however, that I began to take in my surroundings. I was back at Jujutsu High, I could tell because looking out the window, I could see the familiar-looking buildings that were designed like traditional Japanese homes. As for where I currently was in Jujutsu High, I was in the nurse's office. But I only found that out when a voice entered the air.

"You're in the nurse's office."

(Y/n): "Huh?"

Upon looking in the direction the voice had come from I saw Gojo leaning against the doorway with a smile on his lips. When I noticed him, he didn't hesitate to enter the room fully.

Gojo: "Told you had it in you, Babu. Managed to take out a curse like that with a single punch. That's wild!"

(Y/n): [Chuckles softly] "Yeah...I guess those cursed tool bandages you gave me did the job, huh?"

Gojo: "Cursed tool bandages? They weren't tools. They were just normal bandages."

...What? That one word alone explained the look I currently offered my cousin.

Gojo: "Oh, I forgot to mention! Yeah, those were just normal bandages."

(Y/n): "B-But you said they would make my punches feel like steel. I-It's because of them that I took on the curse."

Gojo: "Nope. Just normal bandages, Babu."

(Y/n): "Oh...So what you're telling me iS YOU'RE A LYING PIECE OF SHIT, GOJO?!!!"

My voice echoed loudly throughout the entire school, even to the point that Maki, Unimaki, and Panda could hear outside in the courtyard where they could be seen eating lunch.

Panda: "I guess (Y/n)'s awake."

Inumaki: "Salmon."

But Maki didn't say a word. Instead, she just looked to the ground, ignoring the bento box in hand, as the breeze gently blew against her hair. Meanwhile, back in the nurses office, I had finally managed to calm down. Which I took as my opportunity to properly wrap my head around what was going on.

(Y/n): "Okay...So...Explain it to me again. Just so I can understand what sick, deranged, world you come from."

Gojo: "Sure! Basically, I gave you those bandages to make you think you had something to help you fight the curse. But I knew deep down that you already had what it took to release your cursed energy."

(Y/n): "And what's if I didn't, Gojo? What's if I did, and I died?! What would you tell Mom than?"

Gojo: "Sorry and thank you?"

He tilted his head in confusion upon asking that last part. Honestly, I wanted to punch him sometimes. But I held back. It worked in the end, so that was all that mattered.

(Y/n): [Sighs] "What about Maki and the missing kids?"

Gojo: "The kids were found by Panda and Unimaki on the edge of the curtain. Apparently, after you sent the curse flying, it withered away, leaving the kids behind. They were cursed, but we we able to help them sooner."

(Y/n): "Good...Good...At least they're alright."

Gojo: "...As for Maki, she was fine as well...Thanks to you."

(Y/n): "Huh?"

Gojo: [Smiles] "She said if it wasn't for you moving her out of the way, she wouldn't be here right now. Though, honestly, I knew it was a good idea to pair you up together. I guess you both just needed a little encouragement. You needed it to believe in yourself, and she needed it to open up. So...Alls well that ends well, I say!"

(Y/n): "Ends well?! I'm in a hospital bed and you tried to have me killed!"

Gojo: "I always believed in you, (Y/n)."

(Y/n): "Gojo?"

Gojo: "I always believed!!!"

The final part was brought with a loud shout as Gojo turned around and exited the room. As for me, I wanted to scream after him. But I held myself back. Instead, I just lied there, in bed, and looked out the window. I guess even someone with cursed potential could have good times sometimes. And, despite how it all started, I think I can happily say that this day was one of the better ones. And after everything said to me by both Gojo and Maki...I'm gonna work my butt off to have even more!

However, not all ends to a story are good. Whilst there might be one moment of happiness in a tale, that doesn't make a horror story any less horrifying. Because in the end, that's what this story is about. It's a horror story. What? Did you think I was saying all this to leave it with a happy ending? No way! The only reason I'm telling you all this is so you get a clearer picture and better understanding for when we reach the true start of my story. And just like the greatest stories in life...The real story starts with a death...My death.

[And there we go, the first chapter is done! Quick note, this will not be a horror story, if some of you thought that from the above statement. It's simply horror as in 'life isn't all sunshine and rainbows all the time'. But there'll still be plenty of different themes, just like Jujutsu Kaisen itself. Anyway, speaking of Jujutsu Kaisen...

What did we think of the first chapter of it?

I'm definitely not the biggest fan of the manga/anime, but I've enjoyed it a lot since rewatching it recently. And I feel this story gets off to a perfect start of where I want it to go. I'm thinking about having the next chapter be half of Jujutsu Kaisen 0 and half from when the anime starts, so it can truly get into the main timeline. But after doing five rewrites of this story, I feel that starting from Jujutsu Kaisen 0 really helped flesh other the reader in a way I couldn't do with starting it from when the anime starts.

Another thing, when writing this, I truly wanted to try and capture the comedy aspects of the anime and manga. It's a little hard when it's just reading, but I tried my best with it. And I feel I did a good enough job. I hope you guys found this chapter and story premise overall a good time. I have big plans for this story, so, if it does well, I'll be more than happy to get the ball rolling. So much so...If this chapter gets...say...155 votes within 24 hours I'll release the next 15k word chapter...IN THREE DAYS TIME!!! So if you want that, leave a vote if you enjoyed, and let me know if you're keen for this story to continue. But with saying that, thank you everyone for being patient with this story. I hope the wait was worth it. And I hope to see you again soon for another chapter in this expanding world of Jujutsu Kaisen.]