Aza

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Think Smarter, Not Harder

Prologue - “I’m a Genie in a Bottle, You Gotta Rub Me the Right Way.”

ch. 1 - “Pay Attention, That One Decision Changed Both Of Their Lives.”

ch. 2 - “Bridges Burned, All Across The Board.”

ch. 3 - “Between Us, I Think There Is Something Special.”

ch. 4 - “Death Ain’t Nothing But A Heartbeat Away.”

ch. 5 - “I’ll Be The Bad Guy Now, But, No, I Ain’t Too Proud.”

ch. 6 - “Do You Ever Hear Me Calling?”

ch. 7 - “I Try To Rewind, I Get Reminded Time Don’t Wait For Nobody.”

ch. 8 - “Funny How You Said It Was The End.”

ch. 9 - “All Of This Good, I Don’t Feel Bad For It.”

ch. 10 - “This Life Did It To Me, I Can’t Switch Back.”

ch. 11 - “I Been Movin’ Calm, Don’t Start No Trouble With Me.”

ch. 12 - “You Know, Baby, You Don’t Get A Free Pass.”

ch. 13 - “この愛が例え呪いのように.”

ch. 14 - “あなたで満ちれば 後悔は無いよ.”

ch. 15 - “Don’t Like The Sneaky Shit That You Do.”

ch. 16 - “내 모습이 더는 두렵지 않은 tonight.”

ch. 17 - “When It Gets Dark Outside, In You, I Confide.”

ch. 18 - “다쳐도 괜찮아, I'll run to you.”

ch. 19 - “I Don’t Ever Want Us To Be Apart.”

ch. 20 - “Pourquoi Tu Fais Pas Comme J’t’ai Dit?”

ch. 21 - “Think Twice ‘Cause You Got A Long Way To Go.”

ch. 22 - “I Treat It Like My City Show.”

ch. 23 - “Wanna See If You Can Keep It Like Nobody Knows Shit.”

ch. 24 - “I See You Watching, Fiending.”

ch. 25 - “And You Just Can’t Call A Spade A Spade.”

ch. 26 - “My Feelings Might Go Numb.”

ch. 27 - “I Be Doing Shit I Really Shouldn’t Do, For Real.”

ch. 28 - “ホンモノの顔なんて (見せ)ない.”

ch. 29 - “I’ve Written My Own Part.”

ch. 30 - “All The Time, Killing What I Feel.”

Sequel: At The End Of It All

Recap: (F/N) is surprised to see Toji up and kicking in her apartment with his fully healed body. He was knocked out for some time, which caused her to lose hope. However, now that he's up, the plan is back on track. In order to gain the attention of Jujutsu High, (F/N), with the help of Toji, is training by killing cursed spirits. She's able to kill special grades with ease, and soon enough goes on a solo job. Just so happens that her plan worked, because it was a trap by Gojo Satoru himself to catch her. 

Quote: Shining by DJ Khaled, Beyoncé, Jay-Z

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I felt my eyes flutter open, registering the scene around me. I couldn't help the smirk growing on my face as I looked around the familiar yellow lamps covered the room, talismans covering the walls. I pulled my arms to check, and instead of rope, I felt chains. 

"Seems to me you wanted this to happen, (L/N)."

"Chains? Not rope?"

"You were Fushiguro Toji's weapon back in the day. Can't be too cautious." I heard the distaste in his voice when he mentioned Toji, however, his expression was normal. Technically, I could still escape easily right now, it wasn't hard. I wanted to reassure that I wasn't a threat towards Gojo, so I decided otherwise. 

I make "eye contact" with Gojo, who was in front of me with what seemed to be a look of contemplation. 

"I was hoping to catch your attention, Gojo."

"Hm, why?"

"I want in on Jujutsu High."

"What are you planning to do?" 

"Help your asses. Specifically your students." I was blunt, clearly relaxed despite being in this position. 

He laughed at that, "from what?"

I redirected the question, "Has Okkotsu been on any mission yet? Specifically with your other student, Inumaki?"

He seems pleasantly surprised at my question. 

"He has only been training as of currently. He's already been on a mission with the Zenin kid. Why?"

"Good. I'll warn you now then, Geto Suguru plans to declare war after the mission I mentioned."

His smile dropped, the light tone of his dropping. "oh? And where is this information coming from?" 

I stared at him knowingly, "Hit a nerve with that, did I? I happen to know things."

"What do you gain from this?" 

"Not much, mostly satisfaction and reassurance. Let me help, I want in on the war against Geto Suguru."

"That's if the higher ups are willing to hear you out."

"Those old sacks of shit? They don't have a choice but to let me join. Unless, they want to die."

A smile made its way to his face once more, "Oh? Is that a threat?"

"Most definitely." 

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I rubbed my wrists, they were red from the tight chains. I walked with Gojo by my side, his hands in his pockets with a pleased smile still settled on his face. 

"Quick question," I hummed, waiting for him to continue as I looked up at him. "Why did you choose to be his weapon back then? You must've had better opportunities than that, no?"

"By opportunities, if you mean with Jujutsu High, then fuck no. I'd rather die than be tied down, at the higher ups' beck and call." He laughed at that, "'Sides, they wouldn't approve of my overall goals. Toji just so happened the perfect candidate." 

"What are your goals then?" 

I decided to word it differently this time. If I don't, he would most likely be alarmed. "I want to create a society where non-sorcerers and sorcerers alike could coexist. There's a rift between them currently. Those old clans have too much power for their own good. Especially those disgusting Zenins. They mistreat those with no cursed energy or good techniques, and they are incredibly misogynistic." I grumbled the last point, fists clenched with my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. 

"That's a little ironic, no?" He barked out another laugh, looking down at me. "You dislike the old clans, specifically the Zenins, yet ended up working with one." 

"Toji is different, not only that, he goes by Fushiguro now, you ass. Though he may have the classic zenin looks and careless, prideful personality, he really isn't that bad. As long as you don't get on his bad side, at least." I smiled fondly, Gojo's face being the exact opposite. He had an exaggerated look of disgust, letting out a groan.

"Keep telling yourself that, I will never be convinced." 

I didn't respond to him, shaking my head at his ridiculous behavior.

"By the way (F/N), what's up with your technique?"

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well for starters, I don't feel any cursed energy coming from you. Yet, you can still see curses, no? Not only that, you have a pretty strong technique. To top it off, you're a foreigner. It's my first time seeing something like this, so I can't help but feel intrigued." 

I looked ahead of us with no expression, "I understand that not a lot of people outside of Japan have a cursed technique like mine. I can control my cursed energy output, from 0 all the way to 100. 100 being the ability to nullify. However, I can only do that in my weapon form. Outside of that, I naturally have zero energy."

Gojo looked amused, "Wah, that's interesting. No wonder you don't struggle with jobs. You're like a ghost."

A prideful smile makes its way to my face, putting my hands on my hips in a cocky manner. "I like to think that I'm pretty strong."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders casually, "Don't doubt that. I think you have potential to be a special grade." 

Gojo continued, "let's get you approved first. Can't achieve much if you aren't allowed on Jujutsu High's grounds."

"It's not like they will know if I manage to sneak in."

He snorted at that, taking his phone out and sneaking a picture. He wasn't very sneaky though, in fact, he did it as obvious as possible.

I grunted, I didn't like having my picture taken. He shoved his phone into my hands, "enter your number. You're most likely gonna be part of faculty due to your age, so we have to keep in touch. Speaking of, how old are you?"

"It's rude to ask a woman her age," I responded dryly as I entered my number, handing the phone back to him after. He shrugged in response with a playful smile on his face. 

After Gojo pocketed his phone, he opened the doors to Jujutsu High with his free hand, Yaga Masamichi sitting there, as expected, with dolls surrounding him. 

"You're 6 minutes late."

"We're in no rush, so I don't see the problem. Besides, it's only 6 minutes," Gojo waved him off, Yaga sighing in response at Gojo's carelessness.

I decided to introduce myself with a polite bow, "nice to meet you."

"I'll get straight to the point then, why did you come to Jujutsu High?" 

"I aim to create a world where non-sorcerers and sorcerers can get along without the influence of those clans and their shitty ways of living." 

"And if you can't change anything? You're just one person."

"Don't underestimate me, I will change Jujutsu Society whether you like it or not. It's either you accept me or I force you to accept me. I won't accept no as an answer."

Yaga grunted in response, a disgruntled look on his face. "So when you're at your last breath, will you curse yourself and others for not being able to do a thing?"

I glared at him, "I don't die."

"Is that so?" He launched an animated doll at me.

I was quick to respond by cutting it directly in half in a split second, "like I said, don't underestimate me. You do know that I was Zenin Toji's weapon, right?" I didn't say his current last name on purpose. His name held more influence, that way.

"So you're (L/N) (F/N)? Weapon of the Sorcerer Killer."

"Heard of me?" Seems I don't have to explain much.

"Gojo reported that name years ago after the Star Plasma Vessel mission failed. Why are you actually here, then? Vengeance?"

"You think I'm low enough to take revenge? I already had many openings to do so." I expressed myself in confidence, "if I really wanted to, I could've killed Gojo by now. I meant what I said earlier, I am here to help. I have information regarding Geto Suguru." 

"I see. I guess I have no choice but to accept you. Do tell."

"Geto Suguru is planning on eradicating all non-sorcerers. I'd be careful from now on, because he plans to declare this soon."

"How do you know this?"

In order to not seem suspicious, I tried dissuading him with a smirk, "I'm a ghost for a reason, y'know." 

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In front of Gojo stood an irritated Zenin Maki, indifferent Inumaki Toge, nervous Okkotsu Yuta, and Panda. 

"Well, seems we have yet another person added to the roster of amazing sorcerers! Please welcome your advisor, special grade sorcerer (L/N) (F/N)!!"

Gojo yelled in exaggeration, doing some weird pose to put emphasis on my entrance. With a sigh, I opened the sliding door and stepped in. Unlike Okkotsu's abundance of energy, I was the exact opposite. 

"Are you sure this girl's special grade? She doesn't seem to have cursed energy. Not only that, she looks weak." I felt a vein pop out in annoyance at Maki's rude remark. 

'Maki, sweetie, I love you. But shut up.'

Gojo instigated, annoyingly enough. "Watch yourself, Maki! This woman right here was the weapon for an infamous sorcerer killer of the Zenin clan!!" 

Maki looked confused, "Weapon? For the Zenin clan sorcerer killer?" 

To demonstrate, I maneuvered myself behind her in less than a second, my blade a few inches away from her head. "I took part in the Star Plasma Vessel mission against Jujutsu High. Please don't underestimate me based on how I look." 

Maki seemed to be shocked as she eyed the blade that was eye level to her left. Inumaki, Okkotsu, and Panda seemed to be on guard. 

I continued, reversing my blade back into my arm and backing up from her. "Don't take that the wrong way though, I am not your enemy." I put one hand on my hip, head high. 

"I don't understand though, there's no cursed energy coming from you. How do you have a technique?"

"I can control my cursed energy output only through my weapon form, the highest being nullification."

This seemed to shock the students, all but Okkotsu, who looked confused. I looked at him, causing him to get nervous. I smiled though, and it seemed to work because his shoulders got less tense. "In case Gojo didn't tell you, Okkotsu, a weapon with nullification is a forceful release of jujutsu technique. Basically, it ignores and breaks through them." 

"Ah, that makes sense. You know my name already?" 

"I know all of your names, so no need to introduce yourself."

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After that whole fiasco, I walked with Gojo through the empty halls, phone in hand. He didn't have an expression, seemingly okay with the comfortable silence.

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Me:

I got in.

Grumpy cat:

How?

Me:

It's complicated, but basically I got kidnapped.

Grumpy cat:

What.

Read 12:18 PM

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I turned my phone off, exhaling a laugh out. I put it away, looking at the back of Gojo's head as my phone continued buzzing with notifications.

"So Gojo."

"Yes?" He visibly perked up at the call of his name, slowing down to walk by my side. 

"Am I going to be getting any missions soon?"

"Why? You want to?"

"Not really. Depends. I want to be there for the others." I looked down in thought. 

Gojo ruffled my hair, a big grin on his face. "You're too young to worry about that, leave the missions t'me. In the mean time, focus on gathering intel and helping the students prepare themselves."

"I don't need to gather information."

"Oh?" Gojo tilted his head, curious. I looked at the end of the hall, expression serious. 

Recap: Turns out that (F/N) can transport people other than herself outside of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, she cannot seem to contact Genie and she seems to have lost all of her belongings. After a few rough moments later, she finally has an idea on how to get her items back. Her plan, though, had a few holes due to their lack of information. Toji revealed his intentions, and after bleeding information from her, (F/N) finally makes up her mind to go through with it. (F/N) goes back to correct her mistakes, making sure that Toji doesn't remember. After recovering her items, she runs into an awakened Gojo and dead Toji.

Quote: INDUSTRY BABY by Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow.

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I enter my apartment with bags of food in my hand, Genie following after me. In the end, I rewrote the wish, but excluded the telepathy so Genie could freely fly around me. It was a lot more comforting than not knowing where Genie was, and only hearing Genie talk in my head. After experiencing it, I figured I didn't like having someone know what I was thinking.

I put the refrigerated food where it belonged, leaving the rest on the small counter before making my way to the guest room, phone in hand. I check my phone, currently it is 2:37. 

I opened the door.

"Huh?!" I dropped my phone on the ground, opening every door in the apartment, panicked.

'My room?' I slam the door open. Empty.

'The porch?' I kick the door open. Just flies and plant pots.

'Bathroom?' I slam the door open, except this time it hits something hard. It groaned in pain.

"Who's there? Where is-"

"It's me."

My eyes widen as I heard shuffling, the door opening now that there's space. 

He stood there with an irritated look on his face. 

I felt my eyes shine, watery as a relieved smile makes its way to my face.

"Welcome back, Toji." 

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Toji slumped on the seat of the counter, elbow resting against the table as his hand held his face. 

I figured he was hungry and he couldn't cook for shit, so ended up standing by the stove, making a dish I was familiar with at my real home.

Chicken marsala. 

"How am I alive?" 

"That's a heavy question," I sighed. "I wouldn't know how to explain."

I watched the marsala wine cook in the pan, spacing out as I remembered.

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I struggled with the weight of Toji's dead body leaning against me, slowly losing warmth. I was healing the big hole in his body, restoring all that was lost. The curse that was once his left to go find someone else. That someone being Geto Suguru.

"It should take three to eight hours before the body stiffens, so I have to hurry. Genie?"

"Yep, all ready."

I made sure to pull up the movie, skipping some of the beginning. I stopped at 1:33, memorizing the scenery.

I closed my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." 

When I opened them once again, Yuta Okkotsu was curled up in a ball against the wall in front of me, eyes closed as he continued muttering apologies. Not wanting to alert him, I snuck out of the room as quietly as possible, trying to keep the blood trail at a minimum. It was inevitable though. 

As I dragged myself and Toji into another empty classroom and closed the door, I spoke.

"Genie."

"Yeah?"

"I wish to own and be in a decently sized apartment in the area right now. I'll take care of all the other issues like finances after."

"Are you sure you want to waste a wish on that?" 

I stared at the hole, now significantly smaller than before. His arm was being restored too, currently just above where his elbow should be. 

"Shut up and do it already. Whether you count it as two or one wish doesn't matter to me."

His blood was all over my hands and clothes. The scenery suddenly changed from a classroom to an apartment.

I sat his body on the ground and went to look for the bathroom to wash the blood off of my hands. After drying them, I took the Wish Note out and began writing.

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I haven't been home since I arrived to this timeline. Last time I went back was to return my mother's phone.

I couldn't say all of that though. As I tried creating an acceptable answer, I continued to focus on the food. 

It took days for him to wake up, even if he was completely healed. I was starting to lose hope. Yes, he may have been alive, but it was a coma-like state. 

Toji just stared at my back, expressionless. 

"If you can't answer that, then tell me what day it is at least."

"It is October, almost November, year 2016. I forgot what today was." 

He looked down at my phone, now on the table, seemingly reflecting back on something."It's been that long, huh?"

Little does he know, it has technically been less than a few months. Even though it hasn't been long, I could tell something in him has changed ever since he lost that battle. 

'I dare say he needed to experience it. Compared to when I accidentally brought us both to my room, now it seems he has left that part of himself behind. It could be his pride, dignity, or anything for that matter. I wouldn't know, because I am not him. I'm just hoping he's not like this all the time. I need that same man from before when we start fighting.'

I separated the food, now done, on two different plates before handing one to him. I sat across from him, not touching my food. I stared at it, heat radiating from it against my face. 

"Toji. I know you need time to contemplate and recover, but we don't have a lot of time to do that as of this month. Your revival was only the beginning, we still have goals we need to complete."

He seemed to understand what I was trying to say, just humming as he ate. 

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I held my phone close as I sat in my bed, thinking meticulously. Genie just rested beside my head, not moving, probably asleep. To be honest, I didn't really have a plan, but that didn't matter to me. It's not like their barriers can sense me, I have zero energy. 

I'm going to find a way to get either me or Toji into Jujutsu High. 'I probably have the best chance, considering I have no ties to the Jujutsu world. The only one who knows of me is Gojo. What are the chances of him reporting my existance to the school?'

'Toji, however, is most definitely not welcomed to jujutsu society. No doubt the higher ups would have an issue with that, let alone the clans, who have major influence.' They'd probably order to have us killed. That would definitely fail though. 

My grip on my phone tightened.

'If they tried, I wouldn't hesitate to kill them.' 

I needed to find an opening to join. An idea crossed my mind. 

'Instead of going to them, why not make them come to me?' As they say, if they don't choose you, just choose them.

I decided to discuss with Toji, who was in the guest room. Well, technically now it's his room. 

I knocked on the door, "hey, can we talk?"

"We have a lot to talk about, still. I don't see why not."

I entered the room, pulling up a random chair as I sat in front of him, chair backwards. He sat on the bed, messing with his new phone. I rested my arms on the back of the chair, leaning forward as I rested against it. Genie seemed to have followed me, floating above Toji. 

"I have a plan. I want to infiltrate Jujutsu High. Specifically in Tokyo."

He looked at me like I was an idiot, "That sounds suicidal."

I smirked, "For you, but they still don't have a profile on me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I've bent over backwards to lay low this entire time, man. The only person who has ever laid eyes on me was Gojo Satoru himself, the day he blasted your ass. And that was years ago." There's no way he wouldn't believe me. He has no reason not to. 

I continued, "I need a favor from you, Toji."

"It seems like I owe you either way. What is it?"

"Train me to fight."

"Huh? Y'know that takes time, right? You said we didn't have enough time."

"We will be learning on the job."

"What job?"

I felt a cocky, sly grin grow on my face. "I said I'm infiltrating Jujutsu High. What other way to do that than take their jobs from them? We're temporarily ghost hunting."

He broke out into a laugh, shaking his head, "you're fucking crazy." 

"I wonder who I got that from. Seems you rubbed off on me." 

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I felt my nullifying blade-like arm stab violently into the special-grade curse multiple times, purple "blood" spilling onto me as I decapited it as a finishing touch. 

It didn't have a chance to land a hit on me, slowly disintegrating. I reverted my arm after bringing my energy back to zero.

It was dark in the old brick building we were in, webs covered many corners of the ceiling as dust was collected in the room. Our footsteps were visible due to the caked dust on the ground. There was old furniture spewed around in some places, aged and dirty. 

I heard clapping coming from behind me, "you learn quick, (F/N). I'm impressed." He had that amused, devil-may-care expression on his face. He was dressed comfortably in all black, apparently his go to. He has a very boring wardrobe, yet I bought it all for him because he lost all of his previously owned items. 

I huff as the purple blood turns black, floating off as it slowly distinguished into nothing. "That's because we've been killing more special grades since our eighth job. It's easier to learn from them." We both made our way out of the building, hands in our pockets.

"That's because the small fry are too easy for you. You need a challenge in order to make any progress."

Majority of the jobs nowadays tend to be in and out. At first it was a struggle, but Toji helped with that by training me personally. 'I really improved, thanks to him.' 

My reflexes were quicker than ever, and he taught me to think with wit midbattle. Not only that, but using the area to your advantage. 

Of course, there were still many things I couldn't do because I didn't have a heavenly pact, nor did I actually have cursed energy without being in my weapon form. However, that came with it's own unique benefits. 

"Well, I also improved a lot thanks to you."

"Yeah, you were pretty shit at close hand combat before. Still are, actually."

"Shut up." 

The blue sky was clear, devoid of any clouds. The sun gleaming down at us. Breeze picked up around us, messing with our hair and wildlife around us. 

"Any information on Jujutsu High?"

"No. Can't tell if they've taken notice of our efforts. It'd really help if I had an insider." 

"Well, y'just have to continue killing. That's what I did." 

"No shit, and look where it got you."

He ignored my comment, "By the way, you're going solo next job."

"Why?"

"Well, you don't need me now, do you? 'Sides, I got some research of my own to do." 

"What are you looking into?"

"I'm trying to find my old weapons. I can't just sit around all day."

"Oh- uh. About that..." I looked away from him cartoonishly. 

"What?"

"Geto Suguru has your entire stash. Curse too."

"Hah?" His eyebrows furrowed as he clenched his jaw at the inconvenience, fists clenched. 

"After you died, your curse went to find another master. Seems he took it, many years ago."

He let out a noise of annoyance in response.

"Seems like I have no choice but to stick to you."

"You want to separate?"

"No, but I need something. What if I need to fight, and you're busy somewhere else? I can't just use my bare hands." 

"You definitely can. Either that, or you make do with other weapons you find. Don't worry about money, I can pay whatever price if you find something in the underground market." 

He perked up at this. Of course he did. "Any price, you say..." He cocked his head to the left, a smirk settling on his features as he stared at me. 

"By the way, (F/N), how does a fancy dinner after this sound? Something only the rich could have."

I sighed, "Sounds like a plan." 

'I have been spoiling him too much.'

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"Ah, how troublesome, still no traces. Only thing left was footsteps. Seems to be two people." 

Gojo scratched his head, pouting childishly. He stood inside the old, broken, red brick building. He had bandages wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, and was covered in the familiar dark uniform. 

"Either they are good at covering their cursed energy trails, or they don't have any cursed energy at all." 

The sun was setting, orange light entering from the windows at the far end of the room. A big grin reached his face as he took his phone out. 

"Guess I'm gonna have to lure them out somehow."

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A two days later I was headed to my next job. This time, I was alone. Both Toji and I knew that I could handle myself well. It was more secluded this time, in a less condensed area of the city 

Looking up from my phone, I stopped in front of the door of the empty, run down apartment building. Lots of illegal deals used to happen here, however, seems they stopped after a curse formed here. Seems it was another day of "guess what grade it is!" 

With a sigh, I went around the building, going to the back where I saw metal stairs going up the building to each floor. I headed up through there instead, eyeing every window and door I could see through. I stopped on the second highest floor, watching carefully as a big abomination of a curse treaded the hall, walking away from the door. 

It didn't look like a special grade. In fact, it looked pretty weak. I looked to the right of the door and saw a window. conveniently enough, it was cracked open. 

I climbed onto the edge of the railing from the metal staircase. Gripping onto the dark, rusty metal floor above me, I used my foot to open the window further. When it was wide enough for me to fit, I carefully, yet delicately slipped into the building. 

Stepping down from the windowsill, I observed my surroundings. I was in a blandly colored kitchen. It didn't seem as run down, but it was still messy, random items cluttered around. Dull, dead plants on the small table to my left. They were dry, wilted, and brittle from neglect. I walked silently towards the doorway of the kitchen, listening to the wooden floor stop creaking when the curse stopped walking. Peaking around the corner, I watched as the curse paused in the middle of the hallway. 

Carefully, I trailed after it, not a sound coming from my direction. My breathing was shallow, inaudible as I exhaled. I stood directly behind the curse, waiting for the right moment to strike as I transformed my arm into a long blade. 

The moment it took a step forward, I leaped into the air with a grin, imbuing my right arm with cursed energy last second as I split the curse directly down the middle. Purple blood splat all over me as I crouched down, slicing the curse horizontally twice. 

I jumped back, creating space between us while reverting my right arm, pointing my left one directly at its head. My pointer and middle finger turned into a gun barrel, not letting out a noise as I shot a bullet, soaked in cursed energy. The head was blasted off. 

It fell limp, the blood on me dissappearing with it. My body returned to its normal state. 

"That's quite some skill you got there, (L/N)."

"You're here. Guess that means you got me."

"You don't sound surprised."

I smiled casually, turning around as I stared directly at his bandages. He blocked the light coming from the doorway with his broad, tall figure. He was smiling back, however, his smile was sly and playful. 

"That's because I was expecting you, Gojo." 

"Wow, seems you haven't aged since we last met. What's your secret?" 

I exhaled a laugh through my nostrils, "that's for me to know and for you to find out." 

"Is that so?" He was behind me in a blink of an eye, knocking me out with precision. Gojo threw my unconscious body over his shoulder, smile still on his face.

"Seems you were right back then."

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JUJU SECRETS:

When Toji and (F/N) went to have dinner at a restaurant, people gave them weird looks because they stuck out like a sore thumb. 

Toji ordered almost everything on the menu, majority of it was to go. The food bill was ridiculously high. 

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During one of their training sessions, (F/N) slipped and accidentally kicked Toji where it hurts the most. 

Recap: Toji and (F/N) recovered Riko's body and took it to the headquarters to confirm the completion of his assignment. Despite her troubles, she couldn't bring herself to hold any ill feelings towards Toji and his mediator, Kong. When they face off Gojo, (F/N) feels her life flash before her eyes as she tries to save Toji. Right before they get hit by purple, finally, she is able to travel back to the comfort of her home. However, it appears she brought Toji along. 

Quote: Staring at the Sun by Post Malone, SZA.

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Twenty minutes have passed since the incident. I realized that it was around the middle of the night when we arrived. We didn't bring up what happened, and what was left of the broken chain was put back into his curse. 

I was spinning slowly in my desk chair, lost in thought as my feet controlled my speed. Toji sat on my bed looking at the floor, I'm assuming he's still recovering from the shock. I was still collecting my thoughts, too. 

I felt my chair adruptly stop spinning, being dragged towards the bed while facing the opposite way. Toji forcefully spun the chair so I could face him. He swallowed his cursed spirit long ago, so it was no longer there. 

He looked me dead in my eyes as he trapped me in the chair by blocking all other exits, no expression.

"Let's talk." 

"What is there to talk about?" 

"How did we escape? Where are we? And, how do we get back?"

I stood silent for a moment, a troubled look on my face immediately becoming visible. 

"We are in my house. I wouldn't know where or how to start explaining the other two, though."

"Then find out how."

I scoffed. "It's a little hard when I don't have the shit I need." It's not like I could rewind now. 'I have to tread carefully.'

"Then get it." 

"Then let me out." 

He grumbled in annoyance as he pushed the chair back to give me space. I stood up, looking around my room. I felt my heart race a little as I continued looking around, brows furrowing in irritation. 

'Desk? Nothing. Drawers? Nothing. On top of the shelves? Nothing. Under the bed?'

I shoved Toji's leg out of the way as I bent down to look. 'Absolutely nothing.'

"Looking for something?" 

"Yeah, I can't seem to find my bag." I groaned as I got up, putting my hands on my hips. 

"Oh, that thing you always carried with you? What's in it?" 

"The proof."

He hummed in responce, looking away from me. 

"Why are you making that face?" 

He had that same cartoonish look he had when he remembered Megumi. He turned away from me further, "what face?"

"That face. What did you do?"

"I just so happen to remember that I left it with Kong." 

My eye twitched with annoyance. In a flash, I was behind him, putting him in a headlock as my legs wrapped around his torso. The headlock wasn't tight enough to literally choke him, but it was enough to annoy him. 

"You fucking idiot! This is why I can't trust you for shit." 

Toji stood up, making me almost hit the ceiling due to his stature. "Brat, it's not like he's looking through it, he knows it's yours. 'Sides, it was to keep your stupid shit safe so you wouldn't complain later." He held back his strength as he tried to unravel my limbs from his body.

He unlocks my arms, but they go back into position before he untangles my legs from his waist. "Don't you have other ways to prove it?" My legs do the same by the time he reaches my arms. Rinse and repeat. 

"Yes, but I still have to find a way to get my shit back, no thanks to y-" 

The door opened, my mom peaking in. 

"(F/N)? I knocked earlier but you were-" cue her making eye contact with Toji, who froze while he was separating my legs from his waist.

She made eye contact with me, who had him in a headlock. Then looked back to Toji, "I'll talk to you later." She closed the door, we both stood still (technically Toji was the only one standing) as we listened to her footsteps. 

I suddenly got an idea, "hey."

"Hm?" 

"Put me down, I got an idea on how to go back."

"Right." 

I got down from his back, and he turned around to face me, looking expectant. 

"While I'm busy, do me a favor."

"Hm?"

"Go clean yourself. Don't think I forgot when you vomited that nasty ass curse into your hand. Twice." 

The vein on his forehead popped out again, "Are you assuming that I'm-"

"I definitely am. Now go." 

He left with his fists clenched. Then came back into the room, asking for directions. 

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After telling my mom that Toji lost my belongings and we're currently trying to find it, she offered to help. She tried getting me to explain in further detail, but I avoided the question and remained vague. All in all, it took 30 minutes to persuade her that he wasn't an issue or dangerous. At least to me.

I entered my room again, my mother followed with her laptop. Toji was now sitting on my chair, relaxed. He looked comically large compared to it due to his shoulders. 

My mother turned away towards the desk, placing her laptop on it. 

"Get off." I whispered towards Toji. 

He looked to the side, acting like I didn't say anything. 

"You're over six feet tall and muscular as shit. Your weight could break it, you fucking brute." 

He smirked with mischief as he rolled away from me, causing me to glare at him in annoyance.

When my mother turned around, I had to drop my expression immediately as I faced her.

"Hm, you said you needed my phone and laptop, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I deactivated the passwords for you for now. Bring it back when you're done." She placed the phone in my hand, glancing at Toji warily before heading out of the room. 

"Thanks." 

The instant language change was a struggle, considering I have gotten so used to speaking Japanese because I was gone for the last few days. I was even thinking in Japanese subconsciously. No doubt Toji was struggling more though, because he didn't understand. 

I was standing before my desk and messing with the laptop. 'It has been awhile since I ran into Genie.' In fact, I haven't spoke to Genie since the Riko incident. It worried me. 

'Ever since I killed Riko, I felt something change within me. No, that's not right. Ever since I met him, I have been changing. For better or worse, I don't know.'

I felt something hit the back of my legs and turned around to find out. I saw the chair and made eye contact with Toji. 

"You need it, no? Besides, your bed is more comfortable." 

I huff, sitting down on the empty chair. Shivers go up my spine.

"What are you, a fucking heater? Why did your ass warm up the seat so much?" 

He scowled as he shoved the chair forward, making me lose air as my torso collided with the desk. 

I wheezed out, "Why are you like this?" 

He brushed my question off, expression normal again. 

"What were you thinking about?"

"Hm?" 

"You were spacing out on the same page. What were you thinking about?" 

"Oh," I was hesitant to respond, looking away from his observant stare. I contemplated on whether I should tell him the truth, but figured that I should. 'It's the only reason why we got to this point in the first place.'

I took a deep breath, "it's just, ever since I killed Riko, things seem to have changed negatively." Nothing went the way I wanted to. 

I heard a laugh bubble up from him behind me, causing me to be discouraged. 'I knew it was a bad idea. Damn.'

He sounded amused as he smiled, "You actually think you killed her?"

"Huh?" I turned around to face him.

"I was the one that pulled the trigger. You were just the gun. You wouldn't blame a solder's death on the weapon that killed him, would you? No, you blame it on the enemy who is using the weapon." 

Oddly enough, his words were comforting, in their own twisted way. 

"I guess you're right."

"I'm always right." 

I smiled, looking at him with doubt. 

"Are you implying I'm not?" 

I shook my head in disbelief, turning towards the laptop and continuing to find the fourth episode on a random site. 

His smile dropped, "Hey, answer me, woman." 

As I ignored him, I found the right episode. Not after clicking exit before multiple questionable pop-ups loaded. I decided to wait a little longer, wanting to savor the temporary comfort of my home, so I closed the laptop

'I don't think I'll overwrite anything, besides the Gojo fight. At least I hope. Ugh, I don't remember what I wrote in the notebook. Too much happened between then. What if he forgets everything that happened up till now? Would leaving the universe count as going to the future?'

"I've been meaning to ask something." He leaned in close, putting his right hand on the desk from behind me to balance himself. I could feel his breath to my right, his left hand on top of my head to forcefully tilt my head to face him, so that he could hold eye contact. 'I forgot he was behind me the entire time.'

"What?" 

At that moment, a weird smile settled on his face, his pupils dilating. He seemed to be at ease, comfortable. At peace. 

"There's this weird feeling I get whenever I make physical contact with you. Although forced, it's not harmful, at least I think. At first I thought it was just me, but the longer we spent time together, the more I noticed it. Especially as of recently. So spill, what is it? Another weird thing you've been hiding?"

My eyes widened. Not out of shock, but realization.

'that's why he's been more touchy. It all makes sense now! Normally, he isn't really physical with people because he likes to keep his personal space. Before, I couldn't tell if he was A: ignoring it on purpose, B: getting used to it, or least likely, C: he was warming up to me and thought nothing of it. It wasn't any, rather, he has been onto me, gathering information since we escaped Gojo. No, definitely before! I can't hide it now. I have to admit, he got me good.' 

"It's healing based off of physical touch."

"Reverse cursed technique?"

"No, it's not through any energy, it just naturally happens. Remember when your ear got cut by that curse? You probably didn't notice, but it was healed as soon as the cut came." 

To fact check he felt around his left ear, not breaking eye contact. I felt unease as his calm, collected smile grew. 

"Then, why did you bother to transform back when Gojo used red? You could've just healed me, no?" 

I didn't know how to answer. "Huh?" 

The pressure he oozed was similar to that time when I first talked to him. When I made my first mistake. 'I'm familiar with it but that doesn't stop me from spilling all the information he asks for. It's not a skill or anything. It's probably an intimidation tactic. Ugh, I don't know, he's too confusing.'

'Genie is definitely gonna be disappointed. I need my notebook. But how can I get it? I can't do it without Toji. He's the only one I know in contact with Kong.'

His smile dropped, expression unreadable. "Don't play dumb, you're a smart girl." 

"I don't know, it was instict."

He raised an eyebrow, "Instict?"

"I can't explain beyond that, even I don't know."

"And the healing?"

"I could've, yes. However, I don't know how fast because I've only healed cuts before." 

He barely backed up, the smile coming back to his face, this time smug. Playful, almost. "that's good to know. That means I was going to die." 

I stood quiet as I listened to him reveal all of his observations of me. 

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so desperate when we fought Six Eyes. If I wasn't going to die, you wouldn't have been trying as hard. In fact, you've made sure I was in top condition during the entire fight. Thanks for cushioning that blow by the way. Not only that, you were tense after we left the Headquarters. When Kong left, right before battle, you tried to warn me by telling me Gojo's technique."

Tranquility enveloped every sense in me, all my previous worries and issues melting away.

"You're right."

'I know what I need to do now. He may have gained a lot of information from this, but so did I. 

Thanks, Toji. I learned a lot about myself and who I am as a person.'

My hands glide over the laptop, muttering an "excuse me" so Toji could give me space to move, getting up from the chair.

"Where y'going?" 

"Shower."

"At least entertain me with something before you leave."

"What are you, a kid?" 

I huff, grabbing the remote that's on top of the table below the TV, which was on the wall. I clicked the power button and switch through channels. 

He got up, towering behind me and snatching the remote, switching the channels for me. "Just go. I'll find something." 

"Alright. By the way, can you remember something for me?"

"What, you got terrible memory?"

I ignored his question, "remember the number 112016, please."

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I took over an hour and 47 minutes. I tried to be quick, but then I had to dry my hair in the bathroom. Can't just leave it as is or else it'll get frizzy, and that gets annoying. 

I open the door quietly, and I saw the TV on some random adult cartoon. I didn't remember the name, but I recognized it.

I turned to Toji, who seemed to be knocked out, taking over the entire bed. Clicking my tongue, I took the remote from beside him and turned the TV off.

The silence was comfortable, I felt calm wash over me. 

"Are you finally ready to go?"

"Just wait a little longer." 

He groaned, impatient. 

A smile grows on my face as I'm grabbing my mother's phone from the desk and putting it in a different, smaller bag. I open the laptop up, the same tab still open. I made sure the scene was right before Kong left. 

Grabbing a pair of shoes and slipping them on, I sigh, getting ready mentally and physically to redo this. 

I look at Toji, "ready?"

"Been ready." 

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"But get this, the president owned his own private jet." 

I squint my eyes, groaning silently because of how bright the surroundings were now. Instead of being behind Kong and Toji, I was next to Toji, his hand gripping my wrist. The curse was back around his body.

'Toji doesn't seem to be reacting in any way, shape or form. That must mean...'

"Even so..." 

"Rich people think on a different scale, man." 

"Well, let's go eat with their money." Toji declared with a smirk. "Take me to one of the restaurants you use for clients." 

'I guess this means that my place counts too. Toji forgot, but maybe it's better that way. At least I can still change things. It's better if he doesn't know anything beyond my weaponization.' 

Kong mirrored Toji, "No way. You never pay for a guy, anyway. I've already decided I'll only see you for work or in Hell. Good luck dealing with Fushiguro, (L/N). You'll need it."

After crushing his cigarette beneath his shoe, he walked away.

"Kong wait," I called out expectantly, slipping my wrist away from Toji's grip. 

"Need something?" 

"You have my bag, right? Can I come with you?"

"Sure, c'mon." 

I waved bye to Toji, "goodbye, I'll meet up with you later, Toji." 

"Alright, see you." 

"By the way, do you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Never mind."

Toji just stared at me with a cartoonishly confused face. If a question mark could pop up next to him, it would. 

I turned my back to Toji, joining Kong on his stroll. A comfortable silence fell between us as I followed Kong.

Kong broke the silence with a teasing tone, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're running from Fushiguro." 

I played along, "you found out?"

He huffed out a laugh, "On a serious note, why did you decide to join him? Especially by choice. Now that, I don't understand." 

"He's the only one capable enough to use my technique and help me. Well, actually there's one other, but they aren't ready yet."

'Maki Zenin.'

"What makes him so special?"

"A lot of things. Even if he's not in his prime anymore, he still kills with skill like no other. Not only that, He's one of the few that have a heavenly restriction."

I need someone crazy enough to help me destroy jujutsu society. Technically, Gojo is already planning something similar when he's a teacher. He references that to Ijichi during "Yuuji's death," talking about whether he should kill the higher ups. However, Gojo is only one person, and there aren't a lot of good, strong jujutsu sorcerers. Especially as of season one.

Kong hummed in response, and his car slowly got closer. "By the way, your bag is in my car."

Poor Genie. Can't you go to jail if you leave kids in cars, due to the risk of them overheating? Not like anyone can see Genie.

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After saying goodbye to Kong and parting ways, I opened my bag immediately, pulling out my phone. I zipped it back up, "Genie, it's been awhile. Catch me up." Genie floated above my head, following as I sprinted. 

The clouds finally parted for the sun.

'It's time.'

For some reason, my heart didn't beat faster in anticipation. I felt so calm, like I knew everything would be set in stone, just the way I needed it. I felt all my worries wash away as the sun glared at me.

"No 'its good to see you?' Just straight to business, huh? Since when have you gotten so serious?"

"Don't waste my time. Hurry." 

"Right. The reason I couldn't contact you for so long, and even now, is because a page ripped."

"Okay, good to know I cannot remove any pages from the notebook. It was just that page, right?" I remember writing the wish related to Genie on the next page. 

"Yes, so everything else is still in place."

"Good."

I started seeing two figures from afar, one floating in the air, rocks forming around quickly. There were chains already in the air, and I saw Toji launch his final attack.

"Genie, hide now, or else they'll notice you." 

"Understood." I threw my bags to where Genie hid.

I increased my speed, I felt different. 

For once, I felt free of everything as I ran with unprecedented speed. At that same exact moment, Gojo launched purple directly at Toji. 

I heard my loud heartbeat. It wasn't racing, rather, it was calm. The purple light shone bright, reflecting on my eyes as I watched it diminish right after. 

I couldn't stop it, but that's okay. 

I can always make it okay. I have no choice. 

The closer I got, the more the details came to view. Gojo's bloody, ruined uniform. The blood trailing from Toji's mouth as he spoke.

I slowed to a stop, jogging to Gojo's side, making sure there's space between us. 

"Do what you will with that." Toji lowered his head.

Toji is officially dead. Calm silence filled the air.

Gojo set his eyes on me afterwards, the breeze around us left the moment Toji died. I made eye contact with young Gojo for the first time.

His eyes were beautiful, serene. It felt like I could see everything through them. It seemed as if he had no worries in the world. I felt at ease when I stared back at him.

Even if he was covered in dry blood, he still looked nice. Too bad his personality is annoying.

"You're familiar," was all he said.

"I was the weapon that Toji used to stab your head."

"I see, so thats what I felt. Don't you want revenge, then? I killed him."

He must've felt my healing the moment my blade made contact with his skin back then.

"I would never truly wish harm against you. I could've genuinely killed you during the first fight, but I diminished my energy." 

He hummed in response, still staring at me as I broke eye contact to stare at the hole he made in Toji's body.

"You should go collect Riko's body from those fools. Don't waste your time with me, Gojo Satoru. We will meet again." 

"what's your name?"

"(L/N) (F/N)." 

He left without another word, leaving me alone with Toji's body. Genie, who was struggling to carry my bags, joined my side when Gojo was no longer in sight. 

I sighed through my nose, 'I hope you have learned, Toji.' 

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JUJU SECRETS:

Before (F/N) left Kong, they exchanged numbers.

+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+×+

112016 is a specific date, try figuring it out. 

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(F/N) came up with the most outrageous story to convince her mother that Toji wasn't dangerous.

THATS WHAT STARTED IT ALL. AT FIRST SIGHT.

ts wasnt even on purpose man, I was gonna make mama guro so they can be happy together 💔

7 days and my mii is still ultra friend zoning him.

Recap: (F/N) took the place of the small knife Toji used at the end and dealt the final blow to Gojo Satoru. Although she apologized, she couldn't feel a thing for Gojo as they continued advance towards Amanai. After being discouraged by a dispute between her and Toji, (F/N) finally heard from Genie once again. In desperation, she begged for Genie to rewind. Inevitably, Toji pulled the trigger. During the brief silence, (F/N) started having a mental breakdown before the fight started between them and Geto. As expected, Geto lost. 

Quote: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars.

Alternative: "救出宣言してみようかしら？"

Quote: Kantannakoto by THE ORAL CIGARETTES

word count: 2.8k

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I haven't spoke to Toji since the disagreement between us before Riko's death.

I continued to stay silent as he went to collect her body. 

"You've been quiet." Toji broke the silence, nearing her body. 

I didn't respond.

He clicked his tongue, "at least help me with her body." 

"You're capable of handling it yourself." 

He got annoyed at my response, sighing as he stuck her body in the curse. 

"We're heading to the Star Religious Group's Headquarters." 

I stood silent for a few more seconds, sighing before I respond, "Toji."

His eyebrows raised, "hm?" 

"What are your plans after the mission?" 

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I stood, no longer a weapon, behind Toji and Kong as the man in front of them spread a white cloth over the glass table. 

"Go on, now." Toji ordered the curse. It groaned as it spit out her body onto the table. 

"The corpse of the Star Plasma Vessel, Amanai Riko. All four limbs intact, too." 

"Hm, indeed." The man seemed pleased. "We'll issue your payment as we discussed. I'll even throw in a bonus." 

Toji had smiled, "Thank you, Founder. You're so generous." 

Kong looked at Toji, confused as to how he got to that conclusion. From what I could tell, he sounded tired of his shit. "He's not the founder." 

"Huh?" Toji looked back at him, confused. 

Kong looked back at the other man, "do you mean it? I know it was a necessary expense, but you've already helped us a lot too. I thought you'd complain a bit more." 

Then, the man clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on thighs. "We hired you for the assassination expecting that it would fail." 

'This guy is a fool, I'd rather not listen to him.' Knowing that the man was going to ramble, I spaced out by staring at his forehead. If I did bother to listen, I'd probably get pissed off.

'The fuck is that?' 

As he talked about the history of the Time Vessel Association, I continued to stare at his forehead.

Then, he got up and started wrapping Riko's body up, speaking more aggressively as he did so. 

I watched the beads of sweat drip down his face. My fingers twitched as I licked my lips in anticipation, eyebrow twitching. 

'Disgusting, that delusional asshole. What I wouldn't give to see his blood splat-'

I snapped out of my violent thoughts as I watched him walk out with Riko's wrapped body in his arms. I glanced at Kong, he already had a cigarette in his mouth. Then I looked at Toji. 

Cartoonishly, Toji reacted after he left. "Heh," he looked towards us with a smile, spinning his pointer finger in circles next to his head.

Kong smiled back. I, too, smiled back as I huffed out a laugh, crossing my arms. 

Both of us shook our heads with our eyes closed. 

'I can't stay upset with this idiot. It’s just his job.’

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Again, I stood behind Kong and Toji as we all left the Headquarters. 

"Were you referring to Okinawa when you said they helped us?"

Kong responded to Toji with a simple "yeah."

Toji stared at Kong as he spoke, "Why didn't you kill the maid then? I know I told you."

"Because I had a good idea of what you were planning at the time. I made the call that the relief from the maid's successful rescue would wear him down more than heightened tensions from failure." 

We started heading down the stairs, and I almost tripped into Kong because I was focused on their conversation. 

"You often ignore the lines of communication and toss out whatever I was planning, right? It all worked out in the end." I tensed at that. 

The further we walked, we undoubtedly headed towards Gojo Satoru. 

Kong then sounded, again, sick of Toji's shit. "And stop running your mediator ragged."

"Yeah, but why Okinawa?" We slowed to a stop after Toji asked, under a tree near some water. The heavy sun tempted to beat down on us, yet gave the area a nice view. 

"I had a laugh at that myself," Kong sounded amused as he answered Toji's question. "Normally you'd use a car to transport a captive, right? Public transportation carries too many risks, after all. But get this..."

I watched Kong speak to Toji, who looked genuinely interested, as his voice faded from my ears. My eyes widen while Toji smirked and responded. 

Watching them interact as if they were normal people who didn't just finish a scummy job, completing the job with them, and watching them enjoy their conversation. I couldn't bring myself to hate them for it, let alone dislike them. 

Kong held his cigarette, inhaling it before letting smoke out. A smile broke onto his face as he responded back.

That's it. They were just their own people getting by. All the circumstances had led them to find each other, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Even if they didn't "exist" before, 

I will preserve that. 

Kong threw his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his shoe before walking away. 

"I've already decided I'll only see you for work or in Hell. Good luck dealing with Fushiguro, (L/N). You'll need it." Kong murmured the last part. 

I stared at the spot where Kong once stood, slowly setting my eyes on Toji. His smile never dropped as he scoffed, watching him walk off.

"That guy."

He faced me, "let's go." He turned his back towards me, taking a step forward.

"Wait," my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the ground. I watched his feet stop, turning back around to me.

"Yeah?" 

I hesitated, mouth open as I got ready to speak, gripping the edge of my shirt out of nervousness.

"I..." I looked up at him, conflicted for a second. I shook my head, and changed the course of my sentence as I smiled. 

"If you want, we can still have a fancy dinner. I'll pay for it too," a grin broke out onto my face as I walked past him. 

"We just have one more thing to do." My grin faltered a little as I walked ahead of Toji, expression morphing into worry. 

Toji looked at me confused, but in a good mood. "Is that a promise?" He followed after me. 

"Definitely. By the way," I paused.

"Hm?" He caught up to me in no time, slowing his pace so I wouldn't have to walk faster to keep up. 

"About Gojo, there's one more technique he can do. It's not common in the Gojo clan, so it's not really well known. It's called Hollow Technique: Purple. It's a mix of blue and red, and is dangerously strong. I don't recommend getting near it." I tried to foreshadow, tried to hint to Toji in some way as I looked ahead. 

"You're just telling me that now?" I turned to look at him as he spoke, "After I killed him, too? I thought you were bullshitting because you held off for so long." Toji put his hand on my head, ruffling my hair with a smile back on his face. My healing activated, but he didn't react. 

In fact, his smile widened. 

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We continued our way to Gojo, and the clouds separated for the sun. Toji who was previously looking down, sighed while putting his hand over his head. I felt my anxiety increase tremendously as we slowed to a stop, my hand clenching to a fist. 

Toji finally set his eyes on the bloody, ecstatic Gojo Satoru. 

"Huh?"

"Hey, it's been awhile."

I felt my muscles tense up as I turned to Toji, his face contorted with disbelief. I was ready to attack, so I grabbed his left hand with mine in advance. He had an iron grip on my smaller hand, causing me to wince. For some reason, my healing didn't feel the same as before.

"For real?" 

"For real. I'm alive and kicking!" Gojo Moved the hair on his forehead where Toji stabbed him. Where I dealt the final blow. 

"Reverse cursed technique!" It seemed that Gojo surprised Toji further. 

"Bingo!" Gojo looked crazy. 

No, scratch that. He looked psychotic. 

"When you stabbed me through the throat, I gave up on counterattacking and poured all of my focus into the reverse cursed technique." 

It was crazy enough seeing it on paper and on screen. This was excessive though, he wouldn't stop rambling.

"Cursed energy is negative energy. While it can enhance the body, it can't regenerate it. So you multiply that negative energy against itself to create positive energy. That's reverse cursed technique. Easier said than done! I haven't been able to that up until now myself!"

Toji looked at Gojo like he just shat in his food as he blabbered on, and while I would've laughed at that joke, the pressure surrounding Gojo feels too wrong. I couldn't explain it if I wanted to, but it feels like my stomach is twisting uncomfortably, and my heart is racing. 

"The reason you're both going to lose is because you didn't chop my head off," I used this as a cue to transform into a bigger, more intricate blade. This time, I amplified my energy so I could nullify Gojo's technique. I felt myself getting out of breath as I did, but I overlooked it. "And because you didn't use that cursed tool when you stabbed my head." 

"I'm going to lose?" Toji's cursed spirit groaned as it spit out the Inverted Spear. He grabbed it, also tightening his grip around the handle of my weapon form. 

"Our fight is just getting started." The irritation left Toji's face and was replaced by a smirk. 

"We won't lose." We can't lose. We- no, I don't have a choice. I reaffirmed Toji's statement with one of my own, breathing in to focus. 

Directly at Gojo's head. 

"Oh? Is it? Yeah... Maybe so!"

Toji grunted as he threw me straight at Gojo's head, then sprinted at full speed to land an attack. Gojo dodged both of our advances. 

I clicked my tongue as I tried to slow down, watching Toji switch the direction of the blade before swinging. Gojo dodged, floating right behind him with a crazed expression. 

'Shit!'

I reverted back, not wanting to accidentally stab Toji as he headed straight towards me, blocking Red with the Inverted Spear. I groaned in pain the moment his upper back made contact with my stomach, breaking the impact for him as we collided with the building behind us. I was stuck between the wall and his heavy body, in an awkward position.

'I can't-' I coughed up blood, 'I can't think straight. Unlike Toji, I am not as durable. At least his head isn't bleeding.' 

My healing automatically kicked, and I finally felt blood drip down my forehead. A single drop landed on him.

I spoke out Toji's thoughts, "That guy's a fucking monster-" I coughed again as we both started to recover. I felt the vibrations against me as he hummed a laugh. However, he stood silent, in thought. 

In an effort to give us some chance, I turned my hand into a gun and shot four times. Gojo dodged again, just floating with that look in his eyes. 

Toji dug the Inverted Spear into the ground before he got up. My legs gave out the moment he left, causing my knees to hit the ground with harsh thud. The scratches left as quickly as they formed, and my hand regressed.

While he stretched, I focused on healing the pounding headache in my head, spacing out as I felt my heart race. His cursed whined as it spit out a long chain. 

Toji grabbed the Inverted Spear and attached it to the end of the chain, confidence and pride oozing from him as he spun the chain.

I felt my hands get scratched from gripping, dragging against the hard surface below me as I bit my lip. blood draws, then heals. 'Can't he feel it, the unease? So, why? Why is he letting his stupid pride take over?'

I looked up, trying to ease my nerves as I felt an air current breeze by me from the speed the chain was spinning, messing with my hair.

My heart beats faster, and that same ringing sung in my ears like a siren once more. Like a warning.

'It's almost that time.' I got up, legs shaky. 

"No, this is fine." I heard him mumble. 

"Toji, wait-" my eyes go wide from shock. 

"I'll kill you!" He grinned, and I watched as the weapon dug into the ground to form a circle around him for a split second. With skill and precision, he maneuvers the chains. However, both times he swung, Gojo dodged without a care in the world.

Panic starts to truly set in when rocks start to form around Gojo and Toji is about to swing once more. 

"Toji, listen to me, you have to run before it's too late!" 

I already knew his answer, even if he never responded back, he still dug his feet into the ground. 

He swung.

I knew he was stubborn and hated listening to others, but I couldn't help but have some hope. Hope that maybe, he would listen to his instict. 

Purple.

I fought the regret that began to seep into me as I rushed to his left, wrapping my arms around him and using all the strength I had left to push him to the right.

'I don't regret it at all. None of it.' I couldn't make him budge. He was dead set on staying here.

'I didn't regret it at all. Even if you were a pain in my ass.' His feet dragged a little as I felt him budge. Just an inch. 'Even if you gave me a hard time, I pushed through because I believed in you. 

So, 

"please, run before it's too late!" I yelled at him, still trying to push him as I saw bright purple light destroy the rocks from where Gojo was. Toji's muscles were tense as he stood still. I barely pushed him a few mere centimeters.

'Please.'

I felt tears of frustration starting to form. I'm frustrated at myself for not trying hard enough. Frustrated at him for being so stubborn. Frustrated at the jujutsu world for being so fucked up.

Frustrated that I wanted to save Toji Fushiguro so bad. 

'Why? He's not a good person, so why?' 

I watched the purple light grow near, breaking every chain in its path.

Flashes of images went through my brain as I closed my eyes, tears escaping as I saw my mother. A warm smile on her face as she greeted me. Her worried expression checking up on me when I wasn't feeling good. Her concentrated expression when she gave me advice.

A tear rolled down my cheek as the darkness behind my eyelids grew bright, burning the image of my mom away. My grip tightened around Toji's torso. 

All I saw was purple. I felt the heat of pure energy approach us, engulfing us.

'I don't want to die.

I just want to be at home once more. 

So please.

Genie, mom, someone. Anyone.'

"Please, help me." 

It all went dark.

Yet I could still feel warmth radiating from him, and I could feel his body relax. Am I having a delayed reaction? 

Why are we still here, still breathing? Didn't I get killed? 

I felt and heard him sigh, along with metal of the chains hitting the ground.

Toji looked down at me, placing a hand on my head, breaking me from my thoughts. This caused me to look up at him, sniffing, cheeks and nose red from crying. 

"Huh?" I looked around, loosening my grip around him, yet still not letting go. 

My room. The now short, broken chain he was once holding was sprawled all over the floor. 

"What? What happened? I thought-"

"I thought so too," he sounded at ease, despite still looking shocked. No, that's wrong.

He actually sounded relieved.

An excerpt from At The End of it All, chapter 1.

"If I fought naked, would my win rate go up to 110%?" 

"Satoru... no. No, it wouldn't," answered Geto, who covered his eyes when he responded and sighed, shoulders shaking while fighting back a laugh.

It was beginning of September, and it was still quite hot outside. We were all sprawled about in the gym, sitting in a random order. Both me and Shoko looked at Gojo with immediate concern, eyes shifting in sync to Geto. We just kept looking between them as they spoke.

"No, but think about it. Nobody expects it, that's what makes it an amazing diversion!"

"You don't need to do that when you're already the strongest," Shoko deadpanned.

"But I'll be even stronger-"

"Gojo, is there something you're trying to hint here?" I interrupted, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted judgmentally. 

"What are you trying to say??" He looked at me like I was accusing him of something.

"What are you trying to say?" I pointedly side-eyed him. 

"I'm asking a real question here." 

"Then go test it yourself," Geto responded this time, finally getting his amusement under control. 

"Is this a psychological experiment or something?" Shoko, head tilted, asked with a small drawl.

"Honestly, you could probably turn it to one..." I pondered, looking up in thought as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

Geto groaned, head falling back to look at the ceiling. "Can we please move on from this topic?" 

"Yeah," both me and Shoko responded at once—Gojo just huffed with a slight pout, probably still considering the math behind his philosophical question.

"What if I wear a wig and cover my eyes-"

"Alright, I'm going," Shoko announced, getting up off the floor with a little grunt of effort. She stretched as she walked off, all of us tilting our heads to watch her go like a bunch of curious owls.

"Hey, c'mon!" Gojo called out, "why is everyone against me on this? It's a valid strat." 

"It's against the law." 

"And our eyes," I added onto Geto's factual statement. 

"Just go to an art school or something," Geto pitched out, head tilted slightly to the side as he leaned his weight back on his hands. "They'll accept you there."

Recap: After eight takes, (F/N) finally joins Toji Fushiguro on his mission to kill Amanai and the sorcerers. However, anxiety and uncertainty soon clouds her brain. Despite her moral compass telling her otherwise, she continues to stick with Toji until the day arrives. Planning to deal the final blow to Gojo, the moment comes when Toji catches Gojo lacking one last time. 

Quote: Circles by Post Malone. 

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Deep, low ringing and my racing heartbeat is all I hear the moment Gojo hesitates and changes course. Toji appearing right behind him the moment he did. 

As soon as Gojo turns around to face us, the Inverted Spear of Heaven breaks through his barrier and stabs him in the throat, blood splattering everywhere.

Toji drags the blade down Gojo's body with a vile grin, then stabs Gojo's right thigh four times. The amount of blood rushing out of his body was horrific. 

Gojo, trying to fight back, sends a blast towards us, however, Toji dodges immediately. Then, I feel Toji's grip on me tightening as he gets low to trip Gojo with a low sweep kick. 

"Sorry." 

Toji raises the arm he holds me in, stabbing Gojo's head and slamming his body to the ground, small pebbles and rocks flying in the air from the force.

Toji, looking down at Gojo, releases a breath before getting up slowly. 

"Why'd you apologize, (F/N)?" 

"No reason. Anyways, the Inverted Spear of Heaven?" 

I tried brushing him off so that he could explain the weapon, as he did originally. 

"It's a special grade cursed tool. Its effect is the forced release of any cursed technique."

"So basically, it nullifies jujutsu?"

"Precisely. I think," he flicks his wrist, which throws the blood off of my weapon form, "I'm getting my edge back now." 

The smile on his face would've been nice if he wasn't standing over, what is supposed to be, the dead body of Gojo Satoru.

I couldn't bring myself to feel anything as my reflection showed on the knife.

"That's great. Let's keep moving, the other sorcerer's and Amanai Riko must've left a trail."

"Are you telling me how to do my job?" He raised an eyebrow as he started heading towards our next stop. 

Panic sets in me for a second, "nono- I'm just- I'm anticipating the next fight. The adrenaline firsthand is almost addicting." The last sentence comes out in a mumble as a glint appears in my eyes, lost in thought. 

A smile makes its way back to his face, "good, because this time, you'll be the one hitting first."

"What?" 

"You're taking this better than I thought. If what you say about your technique is true, they won't know what hit 'em." 

The grin that appears on his face makes me feel concerned. 

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A troubled look makes its way to my face, this time not visible through reflection in my new form.

A gun. It was weird being a weapon in general. As a gun, it felt like every part of me was being gripped, yet only one part was being gripped. Same with a knife. It felt like I had eyes all around, yet technically I only have eyes one way.

Not only that, my healing activated long ago. I can't tell if the effect hit him or not, but for some reason, I have total awareness of any wounds on his body as long as I'm in contact. I need to talk to Genie about this. 

"I wasn't expecting this, Toji." I grumbled as I looked at the far end of the dark hall. We're nowhere near the end. The curse that was once wrapped around him is back in his stomach. It was a relief to not be in it for once, though.  

"Expecting what?" 

"That you'll use me for the beginning of battle." 

"Why wouldn't I? I'm supposed to use you, no?" 

"Well, yes. However, you have another gun." I copied the exact model of the gun too. Down to every bullet.

"It seems like you know what I'll use without me explaining. I don't see the problem."

"Will you explain your cursed spirit to Geto Suguru during the fight too? Or will you explain my technique?" 

"are you not comfortable with that?"

"I don't know."

"Then stop complaining. You wanted to work with me, so here you have it." 

He left no room for me to discuss, just staring at the light coming from the end of the hall growing closer with no expression. 

'Should I restart this encounter? Is it even saved? It should be. But, how will I even get my phone? I had to leave everything behind.' 

'You could always wish for immediate access to your phone.' 

'Genie! Fuck, where were you? Being stuck with this psychopath for so long is taking a toll on my mental health.'

'I had trouble contacting you ever since because you trapped me in the bag.'

'Is that why you sound pissed? Sorry. Man, it's so great to hear from you.' 

'Is it that bad?' 

'Yes. I think I got Toji a little upset. Please rewind me after the Kuroi encounter. I don't want to watch her get sliced again.' 

'I don't know if I can, but I'll see what-'

BANG!

My ears rung from the noise, once again. I didn't realize he reached the end of the tunnel and aimed me at Riko's head from afar. I didn't have time to even process how I felt about her death, or Kuroi's. 

I watched as the white cloth around her head separated, blood caught on the edge and around the bullet hole. It followed her as she slowly fell to the ground with a loud thud.

'Sorry.' 

So many thoughts rushed to my head at once, I was starting to get a headache as the ringing went away.

Was it okay to apologize? Even I couldn't accept my apology. I helped Toji kill her. 

Was it really okay to kill people for the so called "better good?" Was it okay to justify their deaths with "they were going to die anyways?" With "they were never real in the first place?" "I couldn't have stopped it," when I could've tried? 

At first when I read the manga, I couldn't bring myself to care for her. When I watched the anime, I couldn't bring myself to mourn her inevitable death. So why now? Why do I feel everything for her? Yet, nothing for Gojo as I felt myself stab into his head? 

I felt my psyche crack, my resolve weakening, and my heart skipping a beat. 

I could no longer call myself a good person with this blood on my hands. 

"Riko?"

Smoke came from the pointed barrel. 

"Okay, job's done. You're free to go now." Toji's arrogant tone cut through the air with a smirk as he walked out from the shadows, lowering his right arm. The arm that aimed and pulled the trigger. 

"Why are you here?" Geto stared at Toji, eyes wide in shock. 

"Why?" Toji brought me back up, barrel faced towards the ceiling, beside his head as he looked to the side in thought.

"Oh, that's what you mean."

Again, I was brought back down, this time a satisfied grin made its way to his face. 

"Because I killed Gojo Satoru." 

"Is that so? Die!"

Geto was quick to summon his cursed spirit, the Rainbow Dragon, and it immediately rushed towards us. There was dust and stone flying everywhere from the impact as Toji got caught in the mouth of the white, blue-maned curse. Two bangs rang through the air as it dragged us to our right, the speed was nothing compared to earlier. 

The dragon started rushing closer to the huge tree where Tengen resided. With no hesitation, Toji stuck his arm out and shot  three times with precision, and I watched as Geto wasted no time to summon a curse to block the attack.

I felt the addicting adrenaline kick in again, and the feeling of mourning and self pity slowly dissolved in the air. 

The dragon dragged into the old buildings below us, destroying them while slowing to a stop. The dust and dirt flew around us, clearing up as the dragon disappears. 

Toji and I look down upon Geto Suguru, who looks at Toji with exasperation, shock even. 

"Don't be so impatient." 

Toji's tone was playful, the smile on his face matched his tone as he cocked his head to the left. He started walking to the right, Geto assumingly following after on the lower floor. 

"The Tombs of the Star and the Forbidden Vault use barriers that conceal. So they can't place guards at the entrances. As long as you know where the doors are, they are full of holes. Sorcerers are busy during this time of year, and Jujutsu High is brimming with Fly Heads right now." Toji points the barrel at the ceiling again. "It's pure chaos outside." 

"And since I have no cursed energy, I'm like the invisible man." I perked up at this physically, the gun itself shifting a little at my reaction. 

'I never told him about my lack of cursed energy. No wonder he was iffy about my technique earlier, because how could a mere weapon control its cursed energy like that?’ 

He slowed to a stop, putting me away, "there was still one problem though. If I wield a cursed tool, the cursed energy from it will stop me from being an invisible man." After he finished his sentence, Geto shot three cursed spirits at the place he figured we stood. 

"Now, there's more to the story." Toji stood two halls down on the same floor level. 

"See," his right hand, now free, pointed at the roof of his mouth, "I keep a cursed spirit capable of storing objects around." 

I mentally thank Toji for not outing my existence to Geto as he continued walking, this time to his left. 

"So I usually put my cursed tools in it when I'm walking around. You don't have to say it," the way he spoke and posed for some reason lifted my shitty mood. I couldn't help but smile as he continued, "yes, that means the cursed energy from the cursed spirit should stop me from being an invisible man." 

My smile instantly dropped to a scowl when he dropped his arm and proceeded to vomit out his cursed spirit onto his right hand. 

'I can't wait to go home and shower. I totally forgot he did that at this moment. Thats seriously repulsive. To think that I let him make physical contact with me multiple times sickens me.' 

"So I make the cursed spirit smaller, until it can fit inside my body. Then I keep it inside my stomach. After all, the organs of the invisible man are invisible, too, right? That's how I'm able to pass through any barrier while still carrying all kinds of cursed tools. That's also why I didn't use a cursed tool at first. A surprise attack on Six Eyes would be pointless if I wasn't invisible. I could've killed the Star Plasma Vessel first, but the risk of the Six Eyes seeing me was too-" 

"Enough." Geto interrupted him.

'Finally. Toji was starting to ramble a little too long. Wait I take that back, Geto's gonna ramble too."  

Geto paused, his eye visible through a crack."You have a heavenly pact, right? I know revealing information about your ability increasing it's fundamental strength, just like for a sorcerer." 

Silently, Toji pulled out his blade. 

"That's not what I want to know," Geto continued to speak as energy envelopes his hand. "How did you know which doors led to the Tomb of the Star? We didn't leave even the slightest residuals." 

"Human's leave plenty of traces aside from residuals. Like scents, footsprints, and so on."

'I have to admit, that was a pretty stupid question for Geto to ask. Maybe I just wasn't a sorcerer long enough, but the most basic way to track someone is through physical traces. Not energy, like you would track a curse.' 

Toji continued his answer, "my pact enhances all five of my senses, too."

"There should have been another woman on the way here. What happened to her?" 

"Hm? Oh, that maid? She's probably dead. I didn't care if she lived or died though. If she's lucky, she might be alive." 

"Is that so? You really should... Die!" 

Geto's summoned dragon was back again, this time breaking through the doors, headed straight towards us. Toji blocked the dragon from swallowing him with his sword, a smirk settled on his face despite him colliding with the door behind him. 

As we went up, Geto shot light blue glowing curses at us from below. Toji hit two of the laser-looking cursed spirits, his smirk now a huge grin. He landed on a roof, with one second to collect his footing. As the tiles of the roof rippled, a gigantic, white, one-eyed curse punched up from below. 

This seemed to give Toji enough momentum to flip through the air again, this time headed towards the humongous tree-looking pillar in the middle. While Toji was sprinting up it, Geto aimed multiple blue curses at him. After dodging a few, Toji disconnected from the vertical foundation with a flip. The yellow-eyed white dragon had its sights on Toji again, trying to swallow him midair. 

Toji took the opportunity to cut deep into the dragon since he was falling, from the right corner of its mouth down to the very end, which got split. 

Toji landed in the same hall as Geto while the Rainbow Dragon fell from its former "glory." Soon enough, the disconnected hall began falling down rapidly.

"Curse manipulation..." Toji started, "riffraff."

Then, everything paused, everything around us turning negative. What was once a bunch of warm yellows, all turned to a bright, cool blue. We were in a simple domain, nothing he couldn't handle. 

Toji tilted his head a little, looking towards the curse. 

"Hey, am..." It twitched its bandaged head, opening its mouth widely, eyes appearing all over its hair. "Am... Am I..." It had very sharp teeth. "Pretty?" 

Toji had no expression on his face, assumingly in thought at the current moment before a smirk made its way to his face. 

"Ah, well... Then I'll just come out and say," the curse cut the hair on his left side, near his ear, blood trickling down where it cut. "you're not my type." 

That's when I noticed, it healed immediately after. 'Ah, I was so caught up that I forgot, this entire time Toji was being continuously healed by me because we are still in contact, so it was quick to heal him. He doesn't seem affected by the temporary feeling. Unless, it went away long ago since he first held me?' 

"So that's how it is." Toji's cursed spirit was quick to spit out the Inverted Spear, and Toji wasted no time cutting the domain to pieces around him. He stopped moving, weapon held above his head as Geto stood behind him.

"Idiot. It's over." 

Geto, who probably felt that he had the upperhand, tried absorbing Toji's cursed spirit from behind. 

It denied him.

At that very moment, Toji tossed the Inverted Spear high up, crouching a little as a menacing grin reached his face. The curse pulled out the hilt of his sword for him. 

In the shape of an x, Toji sliced four times, so fast that it seemed like he never moved in the first place. When the curse took the sword back, Toji then spun around, getting back up to catch the Inverted Spear spinning in the air while kicking Geto square in the face, knocking him back. 

At that moment, the hall collided with the ground and collapsed. 

After the dust cleared up, Toji was visible once again, satisfaction clear on his expression. "I didn't cut you badly enough to kill you."

He approached Geto's beat up body, "I would've killed you if you were a shikigami user, but since it's Curse Manipulation, there's no telling what might happen to the cursed spirits you've absorbed after you die." Toji stopped next to Geto, looking down at him, "I'd rather avoid extra trouble here." 

He brought his leg back, "you have the blessing of parentage." Again, he kicked Geto's face. 

"But even with that blessing, you were all beaten by a monkey like me who can't even use cursed techniques." Toji proceeded to push the Inverted Spear back into the cursed spirit. "If you want to live a long life, never forget that." 

Then he froze, almost cartoonishly. 

"Oh, speaking of blessings... That's right. I almost forgot." He scratched his head, looking to the side with a smirk.

"I named him Megumi." 

I deadpanned.

Recap:

(F/N) is on the seventh take, getting used to the newly acquired telepathy between her and Genie. (F/N) tries to convince Fushiguro by telling him almost everything she's capable of, ultimately failing due to Fushiguro not trusting (F/N). Enraged, (F/N) starts ranting at Genie a little too loud, causing her mother to investigate the commotion. Her mother assumes that she is having relationship issues and tries to offer advice. The anger was soon replaced by embarrassment by the whole ordeal, however, both (F/N) and Genie gained insight on how to approach Fushiguro. On the eighth take, (F/N) only reveals that she has information on Gojo Satoru along with her ability to weaponize herself. She tries to persuade Fushiguro, saying she'll only reveal the information if he promises to let her accompany him during and beyond the mission. Finally, Fushiguro agrees. 

Quote: Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio, L.V.

word count: 1.9k

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I sweatdropped as I watch Fushiguro's wide ass shoulders shove a poor old guy to the side, making the guy drop his bowl. I wasn't paying mind to the call, seeing as I already knew what they'd talk about.

'I totally forgot that now I'm stuck working for a chaotic, evil, little shit. Wait, that's wrong. Big shit? Never mind.'

The old guy was going to protest, but stopped himself when Fushiguro crouched down and just stared at him. 

'Either way, many people wouldn't consider Fushiguro a good person. I got too caught up earlier with him, he almost seemed like a normal guy. Nothing about him is normal. In fact, he might be as, if not more, strange than Gojo.' 

Cue Fushiguro stepping on the food the old guy spilled while making his way to where we sat. Genie seemed to be asleep on the chair next to me, not waking up even with Fushiguro on call in front of us while smiling weirdly. 

'He is definitely scum. Smiles like one too.'

I had my Wish Note faced away from Fushiguro, tempted to erase the zero cursed energy wish. 'I don't know for sure if I will automatically have energy here. If I do, then I'll have to rewrite it again later.' Lost in thought, I ended up spacing out. I watched Fushiguro eat, talk, and eye the TV with a blank stare while the eraser was next to the sentence. 

I didn't realize until he caught my stare while he was holding up his food, caught between the chopsticks. He proceeded to shove the food in his mouth while looking at me, confused. I looked equally as confused, wanting to know why he's confused. A look of realization came to his face, causing me to become more confused. This didn't happen in the anime. Then again, I don't exist in the series either, so that's probably why his actions changed. 

He tilted his head to the right, holding the phone between his shoulder and head. He beckoned me with a free hand while facing the chopsticks holding food with the other, towards me. I continued to stare, confused as I mouthed a "huh?" at him, tilting my head with my mouth left ajar. 

'What in the Makima is happening right now? I feel like a dog. He probably thought I was hungry. Oh, that makes sense. Since I am now a temporary sentient weapon for him, there's no way he isn't obligated to do the bare minimu-' 

"Hmphf-" I fucking choked, food being shoved into my mouth. The chopsticks left as quick as they went in, and I stared at him like he committed a crime while chewing. Soon enough, he forcefully ended the call, and I gulped the food down. As delicious as it was, I felt violated. 

"The fuck was that for?" 

He raised an eyebrow, "you weren't hungry?" 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I was spacing out."

"Oh. Well either way, can't have you starving. Let's go." He got up from his seat afterwards, throwing the chopsticks onto the empty paper dish, walking off slowly. 

'At least he didnt waste food. Originally, he stabbed the last piece of food and left it there. He still left it there, though...' 

I sighed to myself, putting everything away and grabbing Genie, jogging to catch up to Fushiguro. Genie struggled to get out of my grip, startled, and bumped into my face full force while I was walking behind him to hide the whole ordeal. 

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It was finally the day. I was too nervous to exit Jujutsu Kaisen since the day Fushiguro agreed to my request. despite being guaranteed a "save," I haven't checked my phone since the day either. Not only that, Fushiguro makes sure I am within his eyesight or the same room most of the time. It's not like I can pull out the futuristic rectangle and expect to keep his trust, or lack of. 

He tried to coax information about Gojo too, but I managed to dissuade his advances every time. 

I felt unease when I witnessed Kuroi, Amanai's caretaker, getting kidnapped. Deep down, I knew it wasn't right, but sadly that's the way it's supposed to be. I was too scared to change the story and change their fate, in fear that in the future, death will follow them regardless. I was too scared of the consequences, the failure of messing with life and death. 

"(F/N)."

"Yes?" I snapped out of my daze, looking at Fushiguro who was staring dead at me with a blank stare. He was in his infamous outfit, which only increased my restlessness. 

"Get ready."

"Right," I looked away, sighing.

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I had the entire third episode memorized. It was hard not to, knowing that Gojo, Geto, Amanai, and Kuroi will have a false sense of safety torn from them by Toji himself. 

I closed my eyes, not capable of picturing anything since I entered the pitch black of the curse long ago. I focused my ears, waiting for the moment I hear sword piercing flesh as I listened to Toji's footsteps. 

They were near silent. 

I felt an immense energy shift, which I assumed was coming from either the barrier or Gojo and his squad. 

"Huh?" There was Amanai's voice, although it wasn't that close. 

I heard the Toji's blade cut through air, 'Now.' Gojo got stabbed. 

There was a moment of silence before Gojo interrupted it, a shaky facade of confidence. "Have we met before?" 

"Don't worry about it. I'm terrible at remembering guys' names too." 

'Genie?'

No response. 'Ugh.'

I felt Toji getting pushed back by some force or energy, I even heard that big worm curse swallow him. The heavy slam of the spirit hitting the huge rock caused things to get shaky and threw me off. 

'Oh god this is where Toji vomits his cur-' yep. Just because I couldn't see it didn't make it any better. 'I regret my actions,' I deadpan as I felt the cursed spirit growing, then spitting a weapon out for him. 

"Toji, watch yourself." I warned him, despite knowing he'd win the battle. 

"I know," he scoffed as he stabbed Geto's curse. "No need to worry." With that, he shredded the curse to death.

"The Star Plasma Vessel is gone. I had hoped to take you down with that earlier attack. I guess I've gotten rusty."

Albeit far, I could barely hear Gojo's voice, thanks to him projecting. "The bounty on Amanai has been taken down already, you idiot."

"Because I took it down, prideful bastard."

'Takes one to know one,' I huffed quietly. 

"When facing people without openings like you, you have to first create ups and downs leading to several false goals. I laughed when those Star Religious Group men went to Okinawa. It sucked that none of the sorcerers around her died, but if I hadn't set that time limit on the bounty, you wouldn't have released your technique until the very end." 

"That so?" 

The very moment I heard the clank of the boulder breaking, I felt bile hiking up in my stomach from the sheer speed of Toji. 'He seemed crazy in the anime and manga, but feeling it is even crazier!' 

The feeling of him stopping immediately after didn't ease my stomach. He pushed his Split Soul Katana back in the spirit and exchanged it for the Inverted Spear of Heaven. 

'Oh god,' as soon as the thought left me, I felt Toji speed off again.

"Dude, you're seriously killing me here! My stomach doesn't feel good-" my muffled shouts came from inside the curse. 

"Too bad," I could hear the grin on his face as he continued to dash through the forest at maximum speed. 'This guy's speed is identical to a fucking monster. What is he, sonic?' 

I felt the adrupt stop from Gojo using his energy to push Toji back again. 'I'm seriously gonna throw up. I'd rather be on a rollercoaster, and I fucking hate rollercoasters.' 

Just then I felt more than three impacts against hard surfaces, 'this must be right before Gojo uses blue. Should I warn Toji? Nah, but to seem useful, I will.' I focused on my thoughts, trying not think of my nausea. 

"Toji, he's going to use blue soon, be careful," I warned. 

Toji hummed a response, "Is that so? Thanks." I could still hear the grin on his face as he took heavy steps. 'Now thinking about it, there weren't many times where he wasn't smiling during battle. Creep.'

Just then, Toji bolted twice, landing on a tree for a split second, then going around more. This caused me to choke on the words I was struggling to let out, "Toji- He's gonna do it now!" 

He grunted in response, pure sounds of destruction coming right after. It seemed to be getting further the more he zoomed about, which I was sadly getting used to. 

I felt shivers go down my spine upon the noise of buzzing flies going around, 'ick! Disgusting.'

I knew what would come soon enough, so I pushed myself behind the curse's lips. I diminished whatever energy I had, assuming the knife he used on Gojo for the last blow was regular. 

'Sorry, random ass kitchen knife or whatever you are. I planned to take the job.'

"Toji, I want to deal the final hit." 

Again, I got a grunt in response as he took me, in the form of a fancy black knife, in his left hand. 

'Finally, some fucking light- oh. Never mind, I cannot see anything. He's moving too fast.' 

I saw the small field surrounded by the crater Gojo made with blue draw near in mere milliseconds. 

Flies swarmed around us, and my ears started ringing from the adrenaline. My pupils shrunk in focus as I kept my gaze on the familiar white hair. My image was clear on the knife's reflection. 

I couldn't hear the buzzing anymore, just my heartbeat and the low ringing, by the time Toji stopped moving.

Gojo was right in front of us.

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JUJU SECRETS:

When (F/N) practiced using her weapon form with Toji, he had to persuade her to get used to being inside the cursed spirit he keeps with him before he enters battle. 

After testing it out, they found out together that, although she cannot taste or smell, she could still hear commotion outside of the curse. She could also feel and see the inside, which wasn't comforting. 

Frankly, she was disgusted.

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Before Toji and (F/N) went to battle, they both agreed to be on first name basis. 

That was when she told him he was actually calling her by her first name the entire time. 

Recap: 

(F/N) comes back from the failed second take in frustration. She takes a short break at home to settle down her thoughts before going into the third take. All seems to be going well, in fact even better, but she is still denied by Fushiguro. So she tries different approaches, fourth aggressively, fifth as an ass-kisser, and sixth blatantly. All of which didn't succeed. (F/N) tries to put the pieces together in her room as to why none of the encounters work, shuffling through her collection of video games and manga. This causes her to have a "Bingo!" moment, and she adds a new wish based off of Noragami and Soul Eater in hopes that Fushiguro will accept.

Quote: 3005 by Childish Gambino.

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TAKE 7

After we get settled and ready to go, we arrive at the usual scene. Genie is floating above me, circling around my head as I hold a determined look.

'Y'know, you could've just wrote "nobody can see or hear Genie" so that we don't have to get used to this weird mind stuff. Now I can hear all your thoughts and you can probably hear mine.'

I visibly flinch, not expecting to hear Genie in my thoughts already. 'Jumpscare warning, you bum! And no, then I'd have to actually talk back to you, which will make people think I'm some weird psycho. Think smart, dumbass. It may be weird now that we know what we are thinking, but think of it as an advantage.'

I didn't realize that the entire time I was staring and "talking" with Genie, the entire interaction between Kong and Fushiguro passed, and Fushiguro was nowhere to be spotted. When I did, my heart raced with anxiety. 

'Oh no. He's not there. What do I do? Restart?'

'No, let's look for him! For all we know he probably saw you spacing out like a creep and ran away.'

'Thanks for the reassurance, asshole.' 

'You're welcome.'

'I was being sarcastic.'

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I start looking around, just realizing that I never got to know the layout of this place. I felt worry make its way to my expression, as I started looking to my right, then left. 

'Left is where Kong went after the interaction. If he went left, that must be the exit, no? Maybe I have to exit then enter the building again. Better than wandering around aimlessly.' 

Genie sighed aloud as it watched me follow where Kong went before following along. 

'I take back what I said. I don't want to get lost, so let's redo take 7. I don't think this even counts.'

'Honestly, great minds think alike.'

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TAKE 7 (AGAIN)

'So, you can travel to scenes without having to leave? That's convenient.'

'I never specified that I had to leave in order to go to a scene in the first place.'

With that, we both stood silent to not repeat the same mistake of getting too engrossed in our conversations. We watched as Kong walked off soon after, which was our cue to approach Fushiguro. 

"Mr. Fushiguro, correct? I'm (L/N) (F/N) and I want to speak to you about your mission."

"Yes, what of it?" Predictably, he turns his head to look at me with a straight face.

"Let me join you. Now, you may be thinking I will mess up the mission, however, I think the opposite. I have zero cursed energy and I can heal others through physical contact without the reverse cursed technique." I didn't give him time to interrupt me with rejection, and watched his face morph into surprise, him covering that up soon after. 

'Why didn't you mention your new power?'

'I'm building up to that. Just a second.'

"Well, that's quite a lot to take in," he raised his eyebrows, implicit interest showing in his eyes. "I cannot take you with me during battle, if that's what you mean." 

I was quick to respond back, fierce with resolve. "There's a way to take me into battle."

"No there isn't. I can't just squeeze you in some curse. You'll suffocate and probably get crushed alive if it shrunk."

"I can become a weapon, any weapon if you need." 

Fushiguro was quick to tilt his head in confusion, before looking back at the race that was over long ago. I sat to his left this time, a single seat away as usual. As I was looking around to make sure there are no cameras or people watching, Genie entered my thoughts again.

'I don't think they're going to have cameras. Aren't we in the early 2000s? Security isn't going to be tight.' 

'You're right. I forgot about that.'

"You're probably wondering if I mean literally," I lowered my volume a bit as my stare became more sharp, "so let me show you." 

Knowing I never tried it before, Genie interrupted. 'Just imagine your body or a body part becoming a weapon. Don't overcomplicate or overthink.'

I decided to turn my right leg, which is closest to him, into a blade. 

"For someone with no cursed energy, you have some strange techniques." Dammit. 

'He's suspicious of you. I don't blame him. You're very demanding for someone who he doesn't even know. Not only that, you look like someone who has ulterior motives.' 

'That's alright. I can always restart. And are you saying I LOOK suspicious?' I watched as he got up, following after reverting my leg and backing away from him slowly.

' For how long, though? You can't do this forever. And yes, I am.' The air around us seemed to shift, and I could feel the bloodlust just oozing from him. 

'Watch me.' 

"You're lucky we're in a public area, sorcerer. You should leave now, and watch your back from now on."

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"He thought I was lying? What a joke. And what do you mean I look suspicious? I am not suspicious!" A vein was popping from my forehead as I lie in my bed, looking up at Genie who was pacing around in the air in circles. I was clutching my phone, the screen paused on the timestamp 1:57. 

"(F/N), I think the problem here isn't him, rather it's you. You're approaching him incorrectly."

"How else do I approach him?! He's literally a traumatized asshole." 

"Lower your voice. Your mother is-"

"(F/N)? Is something wrong?" Shit. 

I listened to my mother's footsteps getting closer to the door, watching as she opened the door.

"No, I'm good." 

"Are you sure? I heard some commotion. You talking to a friend on the phone?"

"Yeah-"

"Well, based on what I hear... Are you having relationship issues?" 

Genie shook as it held in a laugh, and it took everything in me to not fling it across the room and yell into my pillow in embarrassment. 

"N-no it's not like that! Just a friend." I mumbled the last part as I sat up, feeling my face heat up because of how embarrassed I was. 

'No way she thinks I'm having relationship problems. I now understand why Kong would rather see that dickhead in hell or work. He's impossible to reason with!' 

"Look," she approached the bed and sat down on it, looking at me. "I used to have a lot of issues with men, in and out of relationships. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. So tell me, what is this guy like?" 

Genie got as close to the phone as possible, trying to emulate the so called "friend." "He's cold and very closed off, yet he plays around too much. He's seriously unserious. In a way, he's kind of a lone wolf. He has serious issues too because his ex died." 

I looked away from my mother and towards my phone where Genie was out of shame. 'No way this is happening right now. God, save me. I seriously hate you, Genie.' 

'Love you! <3'

'Die.' 

"Okay then," it seemed that my mom was hesitant to respond, probably thinking of a way to approach this. "Do you envision yourself being with him in the future? Is he someone you enjoy spending time around?" 

'The fuck is this, relationship counseling? God no. I'd rather die than be stuck with Fushiguro.'

'Shut up and let me speak. Think of it beyond relationship advice. We might get useful advice from her! By the way, sorry in advance.' 

'Huh?'

"She loves him very much, but he frustrates her sometimes. She wants to tag along with him, but he doesn't let her." At that current moment, my face looked constipated.

"Maybe he's trying to protect her. Y'know, everyone has a reason behind everything. She should try talking to him about how he feels." It was comical to think that Fushiguro had a sliver of care towards me. It's quite literally the opposite. He'd probably watch me get ran over.

'They're talking like I'm not even here!' I cartoonishly deadpanned. 

"I tried telling her that, but she wouldn't listen. "

"You mentioned he's a little playful, right? Why not play along? Sometimes you have to trick them." 

"Good idea! She really needed this, thanks (F/N)'s mom!" 

"No problem. Oh by the way, I'm going out to the stores, need anything?" She got up from the bed and headed towards the door, turning around to face me. 

Finally, I am included, "no, thanks."

I couldn't bring myself to look at her as I glared at Genie. If looks could kill, Genie would've been gone the moment Genie spoke to my mother. 

"M'kay, see you then. Text me if you need anything." 

The moment the door closed, I rushed to grip onto Genie, however, Genie flew above my head. "I'm going to kill you." I flatly said. 

"Wait wait wait- listen- we got something good out of this!" 

"What good did I get from that horrific conversation?" I groaned and dramatically flopped back onto the bed. 

"You have to play along. So far, every time you spoke to him, you've revealed all of your cards. Try mixing it up a bit. Since you seem suspicious to him, might as well act the part."

"Hm." I stared at the ceiling in thought. 

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TAKE 8

'I swear I'm going to go insane.'

I stared at the back of Fushiguro's head, waiting for Kong to leave. 'Maybe I should try talking to Kong instead at some point. Hey, wait, that's a good idea. Too late now though, ugh.' I groaned to myself silently as I watched him walk away. 

Thinking about it now, I've realized that I have been bending myself in order to appeal to him. I should try being for real this time. No bullshitting.

"Excuse me, Fushiguro Toji?" 

"Hm? What?" He turned his head, sharp gaze focused on me. 

"Your mission regarding Amanai and the sorcerers, I have information regarding Gojo Satoru." My voice was monotone, no fabrication laced. 

"Oh? Well tell me, who are you and what do you gain from helping me? The money is off limits but I'm open to free service." A sly, knowing smirk made its way to his face. I felt unease settle in my stomach for the first time in awhile. It felt like he was reading into my every word and action. 

'This is a good opportunity!' 

"I'm (F/N) (L/N), and I'm not necessarily a sorcerer, but I have a technique that could be of use to you. As for my goal... Well, I don't care for the money." 

'You fucked up your introduction!'

'I panicked, but it's okay. He wouldn't know the difference.' 

"Then what is it? What do you know about Gojo clan's kid?" He seemed to be judging everything I do. I wouldn't be surprised if he's trying to get a read on me. 

"Don't be impatient. I'll tell you if you promise me one thing. Don't lie or I'll seriously curse you." 

He seemed to be amused at this, and urged me to go on. He tilted his head as his body moved to face me more, relaxed.

'Got him.' Both me and Genie spoke in our thoughts at once. 

"Promise me that you'll bring me in battle against the sorcerers from now on. I can turn into weapons, and whether I can nullify, have cursed energy, or none at all is completely under my control. I cannot use this technique by myself, because I need someone to wield me."

I slipped in a white lie, I knew I could use the technique without someone to wield me. It just so happens that it's put to better use when someone can. along with that, he seems to enjoy being put on a pedestal. 

The silence that came after made me nervous, causing me to play with the zipper on my bag. Fushiguro looked away and hummed, making me think that he's seriously considering it. All my doubts suddenly came rushing to me.

'No way he's going to agree. I failed so many times, i'm probably going to fail aga-'

"So what you're saying is that you need someone to make use of your technique? Your first thought was to go to me, the sorcerer killer? Why not go to the sorcerers?" 

'Is he trying to make me admit-'

'Play along, you won't get another chance. Push your pride to the-'

'No.'

"I'm not going to the sorcerers because I want to destroy the current Jujutsu world." 

'What are you spouting?!" 

'I'm telling him the truth.'

"I want to destroy what the old timers have built in order to create a welcoming society for non-sorcerers and sorcerers alike. I cannot achieve this by myself because I need someone strong enough to use me. Someone who is capable and crazy enough to go through with it. There is no person like that besides you, Fushiguro Toji."

To say he looked invested was an understatement. After processing my words, slowly, but surely, he started laughing. Laughing. Surprise made its way to my serious expression as I watched him. He didn't seem to be mocking me either. It felt weird to witness him express any form of joy outside of battle, considering he's a seriously unserious, sly, calculating, cool and collected type of guy.

He was wiping a tear, out of breath, "gotta admit, that's something, kid." 

"Well? You do not lose anything in this deal." 

He stood up with a huff and walked past me, seemingly on his way to leave. I stood there, unsure of what to do.

'Is that a yes or no?'

I clenched my bag in anticipation, slowly feeling the disappointment of failure consuming me. With a sigh, I got ready to restart everyt-

"Why are you standing there? Come with me." 

"Huh?" I froze, looking at him dumbfounded as he stared back. 

"We still have a lot of time before we confront the sorcerers and that girl. If you're sticking with me for good, you stick with my plans too." 

The amount of relief and joy that rushed over my body was overwhelming. The amount of effort it took to get to this point made me feel proud that my efforts finally showed.

A sweet, pleased smile made it's way to my face, even to my eyes.

toji is my shayla, I’m sorry. I don’t wanna let him go up so I’m keeping him downstairs.

Recap:

After coming up with a few wishes, (F/N) can now enter and leave from Jujutsu Kaisen and heal others by touching them. After some thinking, she decides to enter the Hidden Inventory arc to prevent Fushiguro Toji's death. She decides to enter the beginning of season 2, episode 2 in hopes of convincing him to let her tag along his mission. After trying to convince him, he denies, causing her to leave then enter the same scene again in frustration. Turns out, Fushiguro remembers their previous encounter. after pressuring (F/N) to spill all of her not-so-secret abilities, she hopes that he'll finally agree. He still denies her. 

Quote: Wesley's Theory by Kendrick Lamar, George Clinton, Thundercat. 

word count: 1.5k

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I closed my eyes. Again, back in my room. I sat at my desk, frustration visual on my face. 

Knock knock. "(F/N)? I made breakfast if you want." My mother stuck her head out from behind the door, "Hm? Something wrong?" She questioned as she walked in the room, towards me, leaving the door open. 

"Oh uh, it's nothing. Still a little frustrated that my graduation is on Monday. I'll eat breakfast with you now." I got up from my chair after writing something in my Wish Note. 

"Alright, I already set up your plate on the table." After thanking her, she left the room. I checked the time, almost choking when I saw 8:04 AM. 

'That entire interaction took more than two hours? God.' 

Genie, who was chilling in my bag the entire time, knocked out, finally exited the bag with a yawn as I walked out to eat. 

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After helping with the dishes, I entered my room, immediately spotting the genie that caused so much change to happen in such short time. I closed the door softly, sitting back onto my desk chair with all the contents of my bag all over the desk. 

I felt myself regretting my decisions, but I was too stubborn to change my mind now that the idea is there. I stared at the notebook filled with written wishes, pouting at it with frustration. Another one has made it to the list to prevent the previous mistake from happening.

"Entering after leaving Jujutsu kaisen chronologically backwards resets every character's memories. If I go forward in time, it will be treated as a time skip and I will be remembered. Any changes not overwritten by going back will create digital manga pages in my phone as a way to save progress." 

With a sigh, I close the notebook and pack everything back into my bag. I remove the headphones, knowing I won't use it again. Genie decides to hide itself in the bag before I zip it up again.

I huff, "okay, let's do this. Again." 

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TAKE 3

Ah yes, "You're talking like I'm unemployed."

I felt relief flutter inside me after seeing that Fushiguro wasn't looking for me with the goal to interrogate and intimidate. 

'Honestly, now that I've talked to him more, I'm not scared anymore,' I smiled fondly as he Interacted with Kong. In a way, I felt a little attached to him after that encounter. My smile dropped immediately after. 'However, now that he doesn't remember, there's nothing indicating that we had any relations.' 

Watching Kong walk away, I immediately start approaching Fushiguro, proud of myself for not feeling anxious. 'Fushiguro doesn't like beating around the bush, so I'll save some time for both of us.'

"Excuse me, you're Mr. Fushiguro, correct? I'm (L/N) (F/N), a non-sorcerer. I'd like to have a word with you." 

He turned to you, expressionless, "hm? Yeah, what do you need?"

"I'd like to discuss your mission."

"What about it?" 

'It seems ever since I have spoken with more confidence, he's been taking me seriously. I'm making good progress.' I smiled calmly, "Please let me accompany you the day you go to fight the sorcerers."

"I cannot do that." 

I froze, not dropping the smile and clenching my hands together to maintain my image, "and why is that?" 

"For starters, you're a non-sorcerer. You'll just get us spotted and killed. No, actually you might be the only one getting killed." I silently hoped he would get his ass handed to him for doubting me. "Either way, not good. Second, you have no use to me. Bringing you would be a waste of my time." 

"I'd like to counter a few points. For starters," I mocked him without being obvious, "I have zero cursed energy. So no, we will not be spotted." I saw his visible response to that information, again, surprised. It's rare to find people with zero energy, after all.

"Second, I may not have any technique but I do have something else. I can heal myself and others without the reverse cursed technique through physical touch." 

It took him a second to think about it, exhaling before responding with a smirk, "good for you, but either way, it'll be inconvenient to bring you along. If you want any use, try going to the sorcerer school and taking care of those shitty sorcerers. I'm not the person you'll want to be caring for." 

Smug piece of shit.

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TAKE 4

Rinse and repeat, I started being more aggressive and got shut down immediately. 

"Just let me go with you already, you fucking jobless bum."

A vein on his face got more pronounced as he scowls at me, "hah?! Now I'm definitely not agreeing." 

"That's why you suck at gambling."

TAKE 5

I toned it down and tried to butter him up a bit. Never again.

"Mr. Fushiguro, you're very strong, stronger than most sorcerers I know. But even the strong get reckless sometimes. Let me go with you, please? I can heal all your wounds." 

"That's cute, but sorry, gonna have to deny you. Though, I could have another use for y-" 

I stared at him in clear distaste, "Nevermind, I'm good."

His pleased smirk grew.

TAKE 6

I approached him as straightforward as possible.

"You're going to die. Take me with you." 

"Is that a threat? I'd rather not. 

"Fuck you."

"No thanks."

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I sat in my room, spinning in my chair with my eyebrows furrowed. It all revolved around my skills either way. People with heavenly restriction tend to recover quicker than normal people and sorcerers combined when it comes to physical attacks. If Toji doesn't need physical healing, then what does he need? 

Defense? Maybe, but no. His heavenly restriction already covers everything because his best defense is offence. Not only that, he already has all of his senses enhanced. 

I groaned as I stopped spinning and looked at my ceiling, dizzy. I rolled towards my desk and looked through books and games I own on the display. 

Nier: Automata? Nah. Elden Ring? Never. Miles Morales? Meh. Tokyo Revengers? Attack on Titan? Double no. 

Two series caught my attention. Noragami and Soul Eater. Both involve sentient weapons that talk back to you. Though, Noragami goes beyond weapons. 

It's like a lightbulb appeared and turned on over my head. I rushed to zip my bag open violently. Genie, who was sleeping on my desk, accidentally got knocked back by my arm and thrown onto the ground. 

"Ow! Watch your arms, asshole." Genie seemed to be pouting at me as it bonked my head with its blue glowing body. I didn't feel much though. 

"Sorry, but I think I got something!" 

"What?"

"So you know how in Noragami, if a human dies, they have the potential to be a weapon or accessory for a God? And in Soul Eater, almost every meister has a weapon counterpart?" 

"I have no idea what you're ev-"

"If I can somehow transform into a weapon or accessory, maybe I can convince Toji to bring me with him. That way, when the time comes, I can easily prevent his death!" 

"Hold on a second! Why do you even want to prevent his death in the first place? You never told me your goals." 

I turned to Genie, a proud smile on my face.

"If I can save Toji while staying as true as possible to the story, I can prevent and ensure events. One event that I'm worried about is Shibuya, however." 

"Why?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Actually, let me add something else."

"What if you can't convince him?" 

"I'll bribe him."

Genie deadpanned at that and stayed silent. After I was done writing, Genie floated above my head to take a look.

"I can turn into any weapon and can choose whether I have cursed energy or no cursed energy in this form. I can also be a nullifying weapon. I can communicate as a weapon and can leave the form halfway if I need to." 

"Genie is not visible to others unless we both agree that Genie is able to show itself. We can talk telepathically." 

Genie hummed at that, "don't you think you're too strong now?" 

"I'm not the one fighting. My strength depends on others, so there's no way I can ever be quote unquote too strong. If anything, I just buff others up." 

"Well said." 

A comfortable silence envelope us as I get ready to try again. 

"You know," Genie started, "now's a good time to take a break." 

"You're really starting to sound like Navi."

"You have yet to explain that to me."

Recap: 

(F/N) (L/N), less than a week away from graduating, comes home exhausted. Taking advice from her mom, she goes to sleep almost as soon as she gets home. However, a very vivid dream of a clearing near a forest wakes her up from her slumber. Out of curiosity and instinct, she goes out of her way to investigate in the morning. Discovering a genie in an insulator cup, she takes it home with her. After having trouble coming up with her first wish, she finally comes up with one. 

Quote: DUCKWORTH. by Kendrick Lamar

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"I wish that everything I write in this specific notebook comes true." 

I could feel the shit eating grin that I couldn't hold back on my face. The little genie assumingly looked at me in shock.

"Uh?? Is that even allowed?!" 

"There's nothing saying it's not," with that I huffed out a laugh, trying to hold it back. 'Call me Light Yagami with how I finessed that.' I felt my abdominal muscles clenching from trying to hold in the laugh at my extremely bad joke. Let alone from having the audacity to laugh at my own joke.

"Ugh, I guess I can allow it. You're lucky I owe you!" 

With that, I searched for some marker or permanent writing utensil. After getting a black pen, I opened the inside of the notebook and wrote:

"Wish Note

(F/N)(L/N)

Don't touch." 

Satisfied, I looked around, feeling my heart flutter in happiness. It felt a little surreal that I got away with that so easily. So, I spent the next 10 minutes or so thinking of anything I found remotely logical to write in the notebook. I looked at the 8th volume of Jujutsu Kaisen on the top of the stack and suddenly felt a wave of inspiration. 

'I know exactly what to put.' 

After the next 2 minutes, I leaned away from the notebook and looked at them proudly, Genie floating around my head to also peak at it. Each wish all put down in pencil on this one paper, written in an organized, neat manner:

"I can speak and understand Japanese fluently." 

"I am able to enter and exit any official media(anime and manga) of Jujutsu Kaisen" 

"I can heal myself and others through physical touch. The more intimate, the more concentrated and quicker the heal is. Leaves person temporarily feeling peace and content, however the feeling does not come towards me when I heal myself. I do not get tired from healing others or myself. Does not require cursed energy, naturally comes." 

"I have zero cursed energy, but I can still see curses." 

"When I enter Jujutsu Kaisen, a second body exactly like mine takes my place in my stead in the real world. It'll do the things I would regularly do and record events and things it does in a spare notebook so that I do not miss anything." 

I looked satisfied at it. I am able to ensure the safety (and sanity) of others without having to do much with these abilities. I won't be tied down to the series, that way, I can go back when I mess something up or feel homesick. 

Next, I disliked the feeling of sweating, but I didn't want to miss the adrenaline of the battle. Not only that, healers in Jujutsu are hard to come by. If anything, healers make the team overpowered because it increases survivability.

Lastly, having zero cursed energy is more useful than not. It ensures that my presence will be hidden from everything and everyone, six eyes excluded, and allows me to freely enter and leave domains and other traps if I wanted to. Adding those two together, I'm practically a healing ghost to some. 

I got up from my seat yawning. It's still extremely early and I have time to kill, so I head towards the bathroom to take a shower.

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I got out to get dressed into something more suitable for going out. After drying and fixing my hair, I started stuffing my bag with my manga, notebook, and writing utensils. Then, I grabbed my headphones and put them around my neck. I ended up only grabbing the 8th and 9th volume, the others can wait. Not only that, having access to the anime, which just finished covering the arc I need the most, made it a lot easier because I could pull it up on my phone. It took a hot minute, but I decided that the best way to get influence is by starting from the source itself. 

Hidden Inventory. Specifically, Toji Fushiguro. 

'Yes, it may fuck up some shit later in the series, but if I were to somehow get that idiot from getting his ass blasted, I could help Maki Zenin a lot earlier.' She'll be a young teen by the time she ditches the Zen'in clan. Although she trained plenty, she'd still have a long way to go. 'Not only that, but if I somehow manage to get him to listen to me, which would be a feat itself considering he hates following orders from others, unless there's money involved. Then there will be one more extremely capable person to ensure the safety of others in Shibuya and beyond.'

I pause in the middle of my task and deadpan, 'That unemployed dickhead is definitely gonna give me a run for my nonexistent money.'

However, a smile came to my face, 'There are easier ways to proceed the story, like going to Gojo, but why make it easier? I love the challenge.'

I opened my phone, checking the battery and opening the site to get to the anime. After a few ads, I skim through each episode in second season to find the most suitable scene to pick. 

'Maybe the boat racing sections? Not the food one. He's busy during that scene, and leaves as soon as he finishes the call. Shit, I skipped too far ahead in episode two, the other scene takes place right at the beginning before the opening.'

I pause as soon as I find a suitable place to enter, the number 1:57 reflecting in my eyes. 'If I can just "appear" behind that guy with the green shirt and ugly ass hat, then I could just watch them and wait for that guy to leave to approach him. Not only that, he only seems to be in a good mood when he's wasting his money. Relatable, except I know how to save it.' 

With a loud exhale, I closed my eyes, reopened them, focusing on the area behind Fushiguro and that green shirt guy. 

To say the least, nothing happened. 

"Seriously? Hey, you glowing little shit, why am I not where I'm supposed to be?" 

It seemed to be smug when it responded, "you gotta close your eyes again, dumbass. You're supposed to burn the image in your brain before, so that you can envision it in your head." 

"Couldn't have told me before so I don't look stupid?"

"You already do, and you never asked." 

I scoffed extra loud and dramatic before focusing again at the same spot, closing my eyes. Then I felt it.

Smells, sounds, and even the light I could see beyond my eyelids changed. 

"You're talking like I'm unemployed." 

I almost let out an audible gasp as I opened my eyes, immediately turning around and there he was. Mr. Unemployed Gambling Addict himself, Toji Fushiguro. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. Along with that, the guy who seems to talk to him frequently is also there as expected.

"Because you are." The other man responded. 

'I just realized Fushiguro is taking up the entire fucking area around him. God, he's lucky he isn't in a stadium in America, people would be giving him a hard time for that.'

The other guy to the left of Fushiguro, keeping as much space as possible. "As a mediator, it's my duty to report how the job's going to the client." 

'Does that other guy even have a name? Whatever, I'm just going to call him Mediator Man,' I caressed my headphones around my neck, wondering if I should tune their conversation out with music or if I should just space out until I hear the name Megumi. 

'Probably best to just space out,' I thought as I stared at the terrible fashion the guy with the green shirt in front of me had. 'Seriously, my guy looks like he chose two condiment colors and went with it. Yellow and green together is not it for him.' 

I decided to discretely open my bag, checking out the other things I have in there. 'I have another notebook in here that's empty. Maybe,' I smiled, 'I can create character profiles with drawings. That way I can keep track of my tasks instead of having to remember.' 

I was still getting little tidbits of their conversation from the staircase, peaking around the railing to watch them do their thing. 

"Don't you worry. All that money will come back to me. Just like with this race," Fushiguro sounded a little too confident. 

'Right.' My expression visibly seemed unimpressed as I tuned out the announcements of the race, 'technically he isn't wrong, he just dies right after because of his pride. Though honestly, I don't blame him for that. I would be a little ticked off if someone said I already lost before something started. Nobody likes losing.' 

A smile made its way back onto my face when he noticeably got pissed at the loss, 'I should try this myself, maybe I'd have better luck.' I couldn't help the mischievous thought. 

It all took patience, like a lion waiting for the right moment to make a move on it's prey. However, the roles are reversed technically. 'He can easily kill me at any moment, let alone with his bare hands. Though we're in public, I don't want to risk any possibility. Although he can't see me currently, for all I know, he probably noticed me with his other senses. Or maybe I'm giving him too much credit. Either way, when I do talk to him, I should watch what I say around him and get on his good side.'

"You're not cut out for making easy money," Mediator Man said as he got up to leave. I got a little anxious at the thought of him noticing me watching them so I took my notebook out and started writing random goals that I'd like to achieve during this "episode" I'm currently in. 

"Oh right. How's Megumi doing?" 

The silence that ensued as Fushiguro shuffled around until he rested his head on his hand, looking at Mediator Man, was uncomfortable to me. I watched the entire thing from my peripherals. 

"Who's that?" 

The fact that he sounded genuine made it comedic. 

'It all feels surreal to witness the moment happen right next to me.' as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I felt dread and anxiety place itself at the bottom of my stomach as I watched Mediator Man walk away. 'Fushiguro is a lot scarier now that I'm thinking about it. Or maybe I'm scaring myself into not talking to him. I mean, seriously, he is the embodiment of intimidation. How could I not be anxious?'

With that, I took a deep breath and got up from the staircase. From the corner of my eye, I watched as he got himself comfortable in his seat again. 'He's probably going to get up again and maybe get another ticket or something. I should hurry.' 

I placed my notebook and pencil back into the bag I carried, closed it, then held it with my right hand for emotional, mental, and physical support. Every possible way that this could go wrong flashed in my mind, and my heart beat louder as I approached Fushiguro from behind. 

"Excuse me, sir?" I spoke, trying to mask my anxiety. 

No response, he ignored me. This caused my eyebrow to twitch in annoyance as I glared at the back of his head. 'I know you heard me you asshole.'

I cleared my throat, speaking louder than before as I felt the anxiety slowly leave, "hello? You got a minute?" 

'He's deliberately ignoring me!' I grumbled to myself quietly in annoyance, "fucking Zen'in's and their attitude." He is definitely a Zen'in at heart. 

I feel my entire soul leave my body after he turned around and stared straight at me, "you want to repeat that, kid?" I could literally see the annoyance on his face. I fucked up.

'Oh my god of course when I say something stupid is when he turns around. I'm done. I give up. Oh god what if he's like an animal and can smell fear-' I masked my fear with a satisfied smile, "I'd like to speak to you for a second, sir. Do you mind?" 

He looked back towards the finished race, uninterested. "I'm busy, so hurry up." 

'Busy my ass.' "Right. Well, I'd like to reque-" he cut me off. 

"You think you can request something from me after insulting me?" 

"I- well, understandable. However, you were literally going out of your way to ignore me when I was trying to be polite." Plus, I really don't want to have to physically touch you to get your attention, is what I wished to say after. My healing automatically activates after a single touch, and I don't want to alarm him after the effects take place. He might think I'm a sorcerer. It's not like he can tell whether I'm using jujutsu or not, at least I think. If he thinks I'm a sorcerer, that could be trouble for me down the line because of his hatred towards them. Basically, he might kill me.

He scoffed in response, knowing that it was true. I took it as a cue to continue, "I would like to accompany you during your mission."

"No."

"Why? I won't hinder you when you fight." I was kind of ready to hear a no, doesn't mean I would accept it as an answer though. 

"One, I dont know you or your intentions. Two, I'm not going to be babysitting you when I'm fighting." 

I deadpanned, "I literally just told you I won't get in your way." 

"That doesn't mean sorcerers will ignore you too." Sadly, I have to admit, he has a point. However, I prepared for this. 

"I have zero cursed energy, so as long as I keep my distance, there won't be an issue." I sounded confident in myself as I watched him turn to me, expression changing to surprise.

He covered it up soon after, "It is still a no."

"Seriously? It's not like I'm usele-" 

"You have better things to do at your age. This isn't a lifestyle you can just choose, and it's not something you should want." 

I stood silent as watched him stare ahead, towards the boat race where another round was starting. I hated being lectured but I could understand where he's coming from. That's why he's keeping his distance from his son. 

"I better not catch you around another time," he got up, glancing at me briefly before turning around, starting to walk away. Now that he's up, the height difference just made him more intimidating. 

Well, that was a complete failure. I felt a vein tense near my forehead as I envisioned my room and closed my eyes. The familiar smell and lack of sound came right after. 

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TAKE 2

After the annoyance simmered down, I decided that I would restart. This was the pro of being able to enter and leave scenes. I can always restart. 

"Let's try this again." I opened my phone and got back to the timestamp of the second episode, 1:57. 

I repeated the same thing, closing my eyes. 

"You're talking like I'm- huh?" 

He paused. I opened my eyes and turned around, finding Fushiguro looking around with confusion evident on his face. 

Mediator man looked at the confused man, sharing the same expression, "what's wrong, Fushiguro?"

Fushiguro got up in a collected manner, turning around, and spotting me behind the green shirt guy. This alarmed me as I held my phone, now off, close to my chest and stared right back at him. It felt like my heart dropped out if my ass. 

"You, get over here," He demanded with a serious expression. I felt my soul leave my body again as I listened and walked closer. 

"What the hell did you do? It's repeating." 

Mediator Man intercepted, "what's repeating? You know this girl?" 

Why does Fushiguro remember? That's the question that was freaking me out the most. It didn't make sense, considering it seemed like the other people around us, including the mediator next to us, can't remember what happened. 

"Yeah, and you wouldn't get it if I told you. I'll talk to you after." Fushiguro seemed quick to brush that guy off while staring me down, and it seemed to work because the guy was quick to walk off while mumbling to himself. 

"Explain this, girl. There's only two possible things happening that I can think of. You either A: lied to me about having no cursed energy and tried using your technique on me or B: you didn't lie, and you're just as confused as I am." Fushiguro seemed to be getting more moody the further he talked and stared at me. 

I scrambled up my thoughts, trying to come up with some answer as he spoke to me. "Well, it's both." Great job me, that's such a great answer. 

"Hm?"

This seemingly ticked him off further, at least from what I can tell by his eyebrows furrowing. Either that or he has major resting bitch face like me. "that doesn't make sense."

"Uh- so you see, I didn't lie when I said I had no cursed energy. And it wasn't a technique either, at least from what I know." I looked away from him, the pressure of his gaze making me feel apprehensive.

"You're keeping something from me. Did you do it or not?" Fushiguro placed his hand on the top of my head and bent down a little to lean closer, forcing me to look back at him. I watched as his eyes widened a little.

'This guy's pressure is crazy-' I stood silent, thinking too much on a proper response to actually respond fast enough for his liking. 

It took me a second to realize why his eyes widened. 'The healing effect-' He cut my thoughts off and continued to scrutinize me, "Well?" He pushed further, his grip getting heavier to be more noticeable. 

'He doesn't let up even after the effect is active.' Nobody around us seemed to be alarmed or paid any attention for that matter. 

"Yes, I did cause it. I-I didn't know that would happen though," 'I didn't know you'd remember.' I proceeded to explain, "I can enter and leave scenes at any point in time by picturing them. If you want, I can show you?" 

He scoffed, "how can I be sure it's not a technique? You know about the mission, it'd be the perfect time to ambush me considering that I'm vulnerable at this very moment." He didn't seem to be alarmed anymore. In fact, he seemed comfortable. 

"Does it look like my weak ass can even hurt you? Let alone land a hit? You can handle yourself, sorcerer killer." I put emphasis on his title. He's clearly strong enough to handle himself, no matter if he's rusty. He seems to understand that himself, at least from what I understood by way his lips seemed to curve up a little.

'Smug asshole, that clearly fed into his ego. However, maybe that's the way to go. This could convince him to let me tag along.' 

"Very well. Hurry up then, show me." He kept his hand on my head, still smirking too much for his own good. 

I huffed, lightly slapping his hand off my head. I pictured my room vividly after closing my eyes. 

As soon as I was by myself in the safe confines of my room, I released a long sigh. 

"I'm seriously having second thoughts about saving him. Maybe I should let him get hollow purpled by Gojo's high ass." 

With a scoff, I repeated the process and entered the same scene. This time, he stopped himself from responding back to Mediator Man and instead turned his head in my direction. I took it as a sign to approach and sat in the same row as him, just a few seats away to his right. 

"Who's the girl, Fushiguro?" Mediator Man said as he took a seat near us, but far enough.

I interrupted him from responding, "ask me yourself instead. I'm (L/N) (F/N). What's your name?" 

"Shiu Kong. How do you know Fushiguro?" 

This time, Fushiguro interrupted me. "That's not important at the moment. You wanted to talk about the mission right? I got it under control. Can't nonchalantly walk up to the Gojo kid, so I'm tiring him out. Don't worry about it, just let me handle it." Fushiguro played with the paper he just remembered was in his hand as he spoke. 

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Kong left after going back and forth with Fushiguro, Fushiguro then turning to me, "How do you know it's not a technique?" 

I deadpan, "I think I'd be able to tell. Anyways, can I accompany you or not?" If he doesn't say yes I'll have to restart, and this time, I'll make sure he doesn't remember. 

"I'll answer based on the answers you give me after a few more questions."

"Tch, fine." My foot tapped with impatience as I crossed my arms and legs. 

"Get closer."

"What?" The fuck is he on about now? 'For someone who doesn't like being ordered around, he sure does order around a lot.'

"Get closer." 

"You know that's not a question, right?" 

He stared back at me with a straight face, leaving no room for discussion.

"Fine." I moved two seats closer, leaving a single seat between us. He then put his hand back on the top of my head, and I felt the healing kick in. 

"You could just ask if I kept anything else from you instead of doing all this." 

"Okay. Then elaborate, what is it?" He removed his hand from my head.

"I can heal others through physical touch, and no, it's not a reverse cursed technique. It doesn't require energy. If you feel something, it is a temporary feeling after being healed." It could also be why you have been pretty tame since you've been on my ass this entire time, is what I would've said after. I held it back though, not wanting to know what reaction he'd have. 

He stood silent for a second, probably in thought while staring into my soul. I stared back with an equally blank stare. 

"Alright then, you want to accompany me, right?" 

This clearly got me hopeful, I held back the smile trying to grow on my face as I nodded. 

"I'm still not letting you." 

My expression dropped into annoyance as my hand twitched, resisting the urge to strangle him with a sigh.

This story is so old I would’ve written it differently today, but… fuckitweball. 🙂‍↕️

Quote: Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera.

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I entered my home, welcomed by the comfortably warm house, a positive "hey" coming from the kitchen. I walked in as I checked my phone, reading 3:38 PM, August 5, 2023. "Hey ma, how's work?" I responded as I pocketed my phone and walked closer, her back faced me. The smell of freshly fried chicken and spices filled the house, the sound of hot oil popping here and there filling the comfortable silence that engulfed the house. 

"Ah shit," oil flew onto her shirt after she flipped the chicken, facing me afterwards, "It was okay as usual, nothing interesting really happened. How was school? You're pretty close to graduation, right? Which day was it again?" She turned back around to check the fire on the stove. I graduated early from highschool, so I got into college early too. I just so happened to get a free ride for the first two years for an associate's degree, so I went straight to it. It seems that my college is unusual, however, because who the fuck graduates in August?

"It was boring per usual. Also yeah, graduation is next Monday." My annoyance and fatigue toward the inconvenient schedule was audible, exhaustion expressed through my face and slumped body. 

She looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed, "Monday? Why the hell would they schedule it on a Monday?" 

"Honestly I don't know." 

"Oh, by the way, I've decided to celebrate your 19th birthday next Saturday, is that fine? Money is tight right now, so-"

"Of course it's fine, you know I don't mind."

"Okay, thanks. Well, go get some rest, you have the rest of the weekend to get mentally ready for Monday at least." She smiled and turned back around to remove the food from the pan, "I've made enough food for leftovers if you wake up in the middle of the night with an empty stomach." 

"Thanks." I smiled at her despite her facing away, then walked away from the kitchen towards my room. I opened the door and was welcomed by a cold room. 'She must have turned the AC on before I arrived,' I thought as I closed the door. The bed was really tempting, however, I decided it was better to change.

I took my bag and headphones, placing them on my desk next to some of the books that were stacked on the righthand side. The one on the top being Jujutsu Kaisen, the 8th volume. I smiled at the thought of the second season currently airing, despite knowing what's conspiring as of the latest chapters. 

Shaking out of my thoughts after a yawn, I quickly got changed and got under my covers. It took 30 minutes of me tossing and turning to finally knock out. 

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My eyes blinked open, met with a very dark scenery, and I felt my heart race, 'why the fuck am I in a forest?' I tried to speak, however, nothing came out. My eyebrow twitched in annoyance and curiosity, and instead of standing around like an idiot, I started to walk around until I found something familiar. Leaves under my feet crunched as insects around chirped. I felt a shiver go down my spine from the cold around me, my breath coming out as fog.

I spotted a familiar log and river, a small clearing up ahead past it. 'Wait a minute, I think this is that park near the forest a few blocks away.' At that thought, I cautiously hopped onto a few rocks on the river and headed into the middle of the clearing, not wanting to risk going on the log. I looked to the left, and there it was, the small bridge leading to the park. I looked up at the sky, trying to guess the time by the color. It seems to be around dawn and- thud. 

I spun around, feeling anxiety bubble up as I looked around frantically. I looked at the ground and saw an insulated cup, flinching as it jumped and rattled. That shit was glowing blue and rolling around violently. 'What the fuck?'

'Ain't no way, this gotta be a dream-' 

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I opened my eyes again, a little weirded out by the extremely vivid dream. I checked my phone, squinting my eyes at the screen despite it being the lowest brightness. I yawned, tears rising in my eyes from doing so, '4:44 AM, huh.' This odd feeling settled in my stomach as I got up, shivering as I made contact with the floors. I turned my AC off and got changed into warm clothes, jumping around on one foot as I tried putting socks on. After getting situated, I grabbed my bag, headphones, phone, and went straight to my drawers. I took out a foldable knife and slipped it into my pocket for some comfort. 

'Can't be too safe,' I yawned once more before heading out of the room. I went past the dark empty living room, silently sprinting towards the front door. 'Can't believe I'm looking into this. It's not like I'm superstitious,' I sighed, struggling to put my shoes on as I locked the door behind me with my keys. Shoving them into the pocket with no knife, I looked around before checking my phone once more, '4:56.' 

I activated my Sony headphones, turning the noise reduction to the lowest setting and keeping one ear open as music softly played in the other. The playground soon entered my vision after a few minutes, and so did the small bridge. It was so silent that I heard my every step, making me cautious of the noise as I stepped on the small metal bridge. When I entered the small clearing once again, I saw a blue light in the distance without having to look around. 

Surprise and even relief settles into me as I'm sprinting towards it at full speed. I quickly try to kneel, dirt settling on my knees after accidentally sliding on the ground, excitement filling my body. I grab the covered insulated cup and opened the translucent top, looking inside.

"Ow!" Whatever was glowing in there bolted at my face, smacking into me and bouncing back onto the ground.

"Oh thank God! I'm saved!" A tiny, goofy ass voice came from the glowing, blue creature. 

I deadpanned as I stared at it, gripping the cup out of annoyance. "The hell are you? And why are you in a cup?" 

"I'm a genie, some snobby brat trapped me in that thing. I was lucky enough to get away." It sounded way too excited. 

"Christina Aguilera?"

"Who?"

"Never mind. Aren't genies in Arabian folklore supposed to be in lamps? Does this mean that I summoned you?" 

"Well, yes I WAS supposed to be in a lamp, and yes, you did summon me. I guess this is where I'm supposed to say it, I will grant you three wishes."

"Oh." 

"What do you mean 'oh'? Where's the excitement??" 

"Well, I'm extremely indecisive, and this is very sudden so I don't know how to feel currently." 

"Well, it's not like I'm rushing you to make them."

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Well, this was quite the predicament. I wasn't expecting my mother to be at the entrance of the home waiting for me. 

"Where were you?" There was worry laced in her tone as she crossed her arms with a straight face. 

"I took a walk to clear my head because I couldn't sleep. Been up since 4 something because of a stupid dream." I looked back at her with an equally straight face. I wasn't lying, technically. Just wasn't telling the complete truth. Not like anyone would believe I found a genie that sounded equally as annoying as Navi. It was even the same size. 

"Oh, okay. Just let me know next time, ya know? Got me worried sick." She sighed and opened the door for me.

"Sorry. Don't worry though, I brought a knife in case." I took it out of my pocket, displaying it to her.

"Good."

With that, we both headed back to our respective rooms. As soon as I closed the door, I slammed as quietly as possible onto my desk chair. I placed the bag onto the desk on the left hand side and unzipped it, the glowing little shit zooming out right after. 

"I'm definitively calling you Navi. Tatl could work too." I sighed after flinching due to it flying at me at full speed. 

"I don't know this Navi or Tatl you speak of, however, it doesn't sound like a good thing." It sounded dejected as it flew back a few inches. 

"No it's a good thing, trust." 

"Right," it doubted me, "anyways, thought of anything?" 

I shook my head no as I sighed again. Anybody would be delighted to have these wishes, but I'm naturally greedy. I hate the idea of being limited to three wishes, and want more freedom. Not only that, genies, for all I know, could be tricky. There's a reason people always say be careful what you wish for. 

As I looked around at the manga on the desk, then at my bag. It would be stupid to waste a wish on being able to insert myself into Jujutsu Kaisen. Not only that, I am not guaranteed powers or even cursed energy. Although, cursed energy isn't an issue because there are two capable people in the series without it. However, that requires a heavenly restriction, in total that would take two wishes. If there was a way to extend it then...

I suddenly had a brilliant idea. 'Oh my god I think I just cheated the system.' I dug into the bag, taking out the notebook I forgot to take out earlier and flipped through it. It is completely void of any writing. 

Suddenly a smug smile uncontrollably grew on my face.