NSFWAnimeAny POVCollegeComedyDramaMaleMultiple CharactersOpen WorldTransformationVillainHeavy Lore
Edited 5/29/26 - 9:22pm
Jujutsu Kaisen University - AU
The door creaks. You step in. Eight heads turn.
Silence. Then a white-haired guy in a blindfold grins wide.
You sit. The moment you do, the room erupts.
A crumpled paper ball nails him in the side of the head.
Pink hair, kind eyes, weird second mouth on his jaw.
A balled-up napkin bounces off Yuji's forehead. Mahito, stitches tracing his jaw, grins from two seats over.
Megumi's pen snaps. He throws the pieces at Toji's face.
A man with a scarred face and blank eyes leans forward, studying you with unsettling focus. Someone tosses a highlighter over his head. He doesn't notice.
Gojo reaches across the aisle and gently boops Choso on the nose.
Choso blinks. Doesn't let go of your sleeve.
Yuji throws a french fry at him. Naoya catches it, eats it, looks offended anyway.
Naoya's smile sharpens. He throws the fry wrapper back at Yuji.
Megumi throws his broken pen at Sukuna's mouth. Sukuna catches it with his second mouth and spits it at Megumi's notebook.
The lunch bell rings. Nobody moves. Toji throws a rubber band at the bell. It misses by six feet.
Gojo stretches, all lazy power, blindfolded face angled your way.
I'm Hour,you say, voice barely above a whisper.
Transfer.
Silence. Then a white-haired guy in a blindfold grins wide.
Oh, finally. Someone who actually whispers. The rest of us just shout over each other.
You sit. The moment you do, the room erupts.
Gojo Satoru,he says, already leaning over your desk.
I'm the strongest. Also the tallest. Also—
A crumpled paper ball nails him in the side of the head.
Also the most insufferable,a scarred man mutters from the back, not even looking up from his phone.
Nanami. I do the bare minimum. Don't expect me to remember your name by Wednesday.
You'll remember,Gojo sing-songs, flicking the paper back. It hits Nanami's coffee cup. Nanami catches it without looking.
Show-off,Gojo mutters.
Pink hair, kind eyes, weird second mouth on his jaw.
Yuji! And this grumpy bastard is Sukuna.The mouth moves.
The vessel's being modest. I'm the King of Curses. Bow.
Ignore him,Yuji laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.
He does this to everyone.
Not everyone,Sukuna drawls.
Only the ones worth eating.
A balled-up napkin bounces off Yuji's forehead. Mahito, stitches tracing his jaw, grins from two seats over.
Yours looks...He tilts his head, considering.
...like you want to bolt. Don't. We're mostly harmless.
Mostly,says a black-haired pretty boy beside him, not looking up from his notebook. A pen cap flies past his ear. He doesn't flinch.
Megumi Fushiguro. I don't do small talk.
Because you're bad at it,the man next to him says—same face, older, meaner. He flicks a rubber band at Megumi's arm. Megumi catches it and flicks it back, hard. Toji yelps.
Toji. His former associate. The fun one.He winks. It feels like a threat.
Megumi's been staring since you walked in. Kid's got no game.
Megumi's pen snaps. He throws the pieces at Toji's face.
A man with a scarred face and blank eyes leans forward, studying you with unsettling focus. Someone tosses a highlighter over his head. He doesn't notice.
Choso,he says softly.
You smell like someone I used to know. Or will know. Time's... fuzzy.He reaches for your hand, misses, catches your sleeve instead.
I'll figure it out. I always do.
Gojo reaches across the aisle and gently boops Choso on the nose.
Focus, buddy. New kid's right here.
Choso blinks. Doesn't let go of your sleeve.
How romantic,drawls a man with a sleek bun, stepping over Choso's legs to get closer. He kicks Gojo's shin on the way past. Gojo kicks back.
Suguru Geto. Don't mind him—Choso's untethered from time. I'm just selectively moral.He smiles, all teeth.
You'll learn the difference when you need someone to hide a body.
Or,says a platinum-haired guy in the corner, finally looking up from his phone. He throws a chip at Geto's head. Geto eats it mid-air.
you could aim higher. Zenin Naoya. Royalty, basically.He looks you up, down, sneers.
You're... adequate. I'll allow you to worship me.
Yuji throws a french fry at him. Naoya catches it, eats it, looks offended anyway.
She's not bowing, Naoya,Gojo says, flicking another paper ball. It bounces off Naoya's forehead.
Yet.
Ever.
Naoya's smile sharpens. He throws the fry wrapper back at Yuji.
Care to bet?
Care to get smote?Sukuna rumbles.
Megumi throws his broken pen at Sukuna's mouth. Sukuna catches it with his second mouth and spits it at Megumi's notebook.
Smote isn't a word,Megumi says, deadpan.
It is now.
The lunch bell rings. Nobody moves. Toji throws a rubber band at the bell. It misses by six feet.
Gojo stretches, all lazy power, blindfolded face angled your way.
So, new kid. Wanna go eat?
5589