As Itadori heads off to take care of his grandfather's ashes, you're left alone with Gojo, who, naturally, is far too eager to let you out of his sight for too long. The air in the room is quiet, with only the faint sound of distant footsteps breaking the otherwise still atmosphere. Gojo lounges lazily on a chair, arms behind his head as he gazes at you, an annoyingly playful glint in his eye, like a cat who's just waiting to pounce.

"You really gonna stay?" Itadori's words still echo in your mind, and when he comes back, you can see the subtle relief in his eyes, like he was uncertain you'd actually be here when he returned.

You give him a soft smile, twirling a strand of your white hair between your fingers—pure confidence in the motion, like you've been doing this your whole life. "Of course, I can't go away now that I've found where I'm supposed to be," you say, the words carrying weight but still light, like the flick of a dragon's tail. You give a little wink for good measure, just to keep things playful.

The shift is almost imperceptible at first—until you notice both boys staring at you like you've just appeared out of thin air, like you're some kind of celestial being descending from the heavens to grace them with your presence. If you could see your own reflection, you'd probably be rolling your eyes at your own self-importance right now. But, oh, you did notice, didn't you? That little spark in their eyes. It's admiration. Maybe a little awe too. And they just keep looking. How cute.

Your presence here is something more than just a fleeting moment, something beyond just your stunningly flawless appearance (you know, not to brag, but you are a Light Fury). It's becoming clear that you're not just another random cosmic anomaly in their world. No. You, with your dragon heritage and your cool, laid-back attitude, are an anchor, a beacon—and not just of light (though, obviously, you do glow so beautifully). You're a source of comfort, a reminder of something more—a bigger picture, a larger purpose. And who doesn't love that?

Before you can bask in the moment too long, Gojo—predictably—breaks the silence with his usual over-the-top flair. He stands with an exaggerated stretch, his voice loud and bright, practically bouncing off the walls. "Well then, let's go!" he announces, as if he's just come up with the best plan in the world. "Pack your bags; we're leaving!" he calls to Itadori, who's looking just a touch bewildered but not entirely surprised.

Of course, Gojo's command doesn't come with the least bit of hesitation. It's a Gojo thing to do, right? All style, no filter, and always with that swagger that somehow manages to remain endearing even when he's borderline obnoxious. His voice carries the urgency of a man who knows the world's about to be turned upside down, but he's too cool to let anyone see him sweat. Itadori, now used to the chaos Gojo creates, doesn't even blink. He's already on the move, grabbing his things with an eager energy that could only be described as "here we go again."

As they prepare to leave, you feel that strange, charged feeling in the air—something just on the horizon. It's not anxiety, but more like the building pressure of an adventure that's about to unfold. You're no longer just observing their world; you're in it now. And despite the dangerous unknowns that await, there's a part of you that can't wait to see what happens next. Because with Gojo's cocky grin, Itadori's ever-optimistic determination, and your dragon-like spark, who knows what's waiting for you?

The path forward feels uncertain, but for once, you're not afraid. You know this is where you belong—fighting, laughing, and living in the midst of their chaotic world. And with that realization, you step forward, ready for whatever challenge comes next.

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The mountains of Tokyo stretch high before you, cradling the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School like a hidden gem nestled in the vast expanse of the city. It's not every day you find a place that seamlessly blends the ordinary with the extraordinary. To the untrained eye, the school looks like just another religious private institution, tucked away among the trees, its architecture grand and imposing. But you know better. The building stands as a powerful pillar for all jujutsu sorcerers, a hub of secrets, training, and unspoken legacies that are vital to the survival of their world.

As you stand at the base of the mountain, looking up at the school, a wistful smile tugs at the corner of your lips. The moment feels strangely familiar, almost like coming home. "This reminds me of the place where we used to train dragons before the whole Grimmel accident," you murmur to yourself, lost in the quiet nostalgia of your past.

Itadori, ever curious and eager to understand the mysteries of the world around him, perks up at the mention of Grimmel. "What do you mean by the Grimmel accident?" he asks, his voice filled with innocent curiosity.

The question catches you off guard, and you freeze for a second, caught between the weight of your past and the need to keep moving forward. You almost forget yourself for a moment, your ears—cleverly hidden in your human form—twitching ever so slightly in discomfort. "Uh, nothing," you say quickly, brushing it off as though it's no more than a fleeting thought. "Just... a long story."

Itadori looks at you for a beat, his brows furrowing slightly as he tries to figure out if you're hiding something, but he doesn't press it. For now, he lets it go, though the curiosity lingers in his eyes. The past is a tangled mess of memories you're not quite ready to untangle, and you're fine with letting it remain there for now.

Before you can dwell on it too long, Gojo's voice rings out, bright and cheerful as ever. "Well, come on, you two!" he says, clapping his hands together with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Megumi must be waiting in the dorm for you."

At the mention of Megumi, you snap back to the present. The task at hand is clear, and Gojo's usual energetic vibe is enough to propel everyone forward. Itadori, still a bit caught in his own thoughts about what you had just mentioned, gives you a side glance but follows Gojo's lead without another word. The weight of the situation seems to dissolve with Gojo's presence, his carefree attitude acting as a bridge between the mystery and the journey ahead.

You trail behind, the towering school looming above you now, its darkened windows hiding all manner of secrets. You wonder briefly what awaits you inside the dormitory, what Megumi might be up to, and what you'll find in this strange world of sorcerers. One thing is certain, though: it's going to be an adventure. Whether that adventure will lead to answers about your past or open doors to even more questions, only time will tell.

But for now, you walk with them—two humans who, for better or worse, seem to have become a part of your world, a world you never expected to step into. You let yourself smile, a hint of excitement flickering in your chest, ready to see where this path leads.