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Jujutsu Kaisen: Infinity • Fanfic | Chapter 4 - Checking boxes

Synopsis: What happens if we look between the cracks of time in JJK? Hereby sharing you the hidden story I found.

Previously: She looked away, her brows knitting, sad. “I figured it meant I must follow and finish the test to be allowed to love… and it's not like I can live without love, so,” **“…Even though the test is harsh, I decided to do it.”**

Content: !-Self harm/Self worth, Non-con/Underage-! !The contents of this story are pure fiction! !Reader discretion advised!

A/N: ...😭 i refuse to acknowledge this chapter's existence

A bird flew by. But Gojo’s attention was on Yuvi right now. “What? No! Why would you- there’s gotta be another way!” He spoke.

Yuvi shook her head. “There isn’t. I can’t see another person die through this. Besides, I’ve already finished three stages.” She understood Gojo’s concern, but this was true. She, who finds a loophole to the power of 2, couldn’t break this system by now, so she’d accepted it instead.

G: “HUH?!” Y: “You heard me. My mom, dad, and a friend.”

“My mom and dad hated it. What parent wouldn’t? But they helped anyway. Cause I have no choice but to finish this test. As for my friend, well, despite not knowing much about Shukujutsu or Jujutsu, she was still very understanding.”

Yuvi whined, slouching into the rock as she wiped away imaginary tears with much theatrics. “There are still 5 stages left. I have to find people who fit the stages.” It was the first time Gojo saw Yuvi act her age since he met her this morning. 

Gojo shrugged with a teasing smile. “Heh. So you created your own problem. Hmph. 5, you say? Someone who’s your what? A sister, someone you hate, a brother, an ally, someone you respect?”  

Yuvi hummed mindlessly. “A brother, an ally, someone I respect…” Then, she froze. “No!”

Gojo looked up. “Huh?”

Yuvi shook her head with an anxious grin. Yep, an anxious grin. “Nope. No, no, no, not happening.” 

Gojo raised a brow. “Something’s happening?” 

Yuvi rolled her eyes with an annoyed smile. “Of course something’s happening. Because you, happen to be a possible candidate for AAALL of those three stages. But no. No.”

Gojo turned, clearly not having decided how he felt about what she just said. “No?” 

Yuvi groaned, closing her eyes shut. “Of course no. That’s crazy. That’s insane. Funny of me to say, but still. I’m not- we can’t- do that.” 

Gojo shrugged, thinking. “I mean, how often do you find people who fit many stages, who get the point, and you can actually finish this test of yours in this lifetime?”

Yuvi grumbled, shooting him a glare. “Oh, come on! I mean, obviously not often, but it’s just so... bad. Nope.” 

Gojo laughed with a smile. “Oh, come on, Yuvi. The line between good and bad is pretty-” He waved his hand in the air. “-see through, for us sorcerers. So, is that a yes?”

Yuvi huffed. “Let me think.” She turned away. She turned back. “Fiiiine, but only cause I’m desperate to finish this test.” 

Gojo smirked, now clearly having decided how he felt about this. “Hm. So… Let’s go??”  

Yuvi nodded, standing up as she brushed dust off her clothes. “Fine.” Then, as they started walking, she muttered under her breath: "He seriously had to fit THREE stages?!” 

Gojo chuckled. “Of course I do. I’m Satoru Gojo, after all.”

-

After a while of walking, Yuvi stopped mid-step and turned to Gojo. “Just… Don’t make it fancy. Take me somewhere I can forget.” She said, her brows knit close.

Gojo paused at that, his heart skipping a beat. He sighed, his expression dropping. “Right. I get it. …let’s go.”

-

Soon, they reached back into the city, somewhere near a small building with a hotel board on it. Gojo stopped and turned back to glance at Yuvi, pointing at the hotel. “???” As in, is that place okay, to which Yuvi nodded.

After checking in and paying at the registration desk by the entrance, Yuvi followed Gojo farther into the building, walking down the hallway to the room number they were assigned. As Yuvi stepped in, she blinked, looking at Gojo leaning by the wall with his arms crossed and head low, a little serious for once. 

Yuvi spoke up. “Are you sure? No regrets?”

Gojo lifted his head with a sigh, shaking it in a no. “Sure. No regrets.”

A beat passed.

Gojo took in a deep breath before turning to Yuvi, tilting his head, his expression softer now, perhaps more… sincere? “Shall we…?”

Yuvi nodded quietly. “Yeah. We shall.”

- “One person can represent three stages, but that means they and I have to do it three times…” “3?!”  “Yep, one time for each stage…” -

And so, they stepped forward. With way too much tension in the room for something that would’ve been normal otherwise. Because yeah, it wasn’t normal. 

Their clothes met the floor. The room was filled with the ticking of the clock and the hum of the old fan spinning by the ceiling, cooling it even more in the winter. A tiny, empty, torn packet met the trash in the bin, by the other end of the room.

Yuvi lay down on the bed, eyes wide. Her body was still relaxed, but one of her hands was on her stomach, not to hide, just trying to ground herself. While the other was already pressed further down on the pillow. She glanced up at Gojo making his way to the bed, who paused when he leaned over her. 

Yeah, this was… awkward, at best. What could they do, after all? Just leave their minds for a little time and let their bodies do the work. Their hands found eachother’s; eyes shut closed as if they could run from this moment. And Gojo? Oh, he panicked so badly when Yuvi’s toes curled the first time like the goal was to not move her over three times. Luckily, Yuvi was able to get both of them to finish the first round. 

Once they lay side by side to catch their breath, Gojo opened his mouth to speak, raising a finger. Yuvi just shook her head and covered her face with a hand out of second-hand embarrassment. 

But the second round? Oh, the second hit different. It felt too good for something that wasn’t theirs to choose. But the line mattered because the moment this turned from finishing stages of the test to Yuvi actually feeling romantically for Gojo, it’d put him in harm's way. And she won’t do that. 

Either way, there was no denying it was pleasurable, at the very least. As they reached their crest the second time, an involuntary sound left Gojo’s lips, much to his inner turmoil growing as it always did… Always. His cheeks glowed a flush. And so did glow her eyes, in a swirling black and purple. …No, they literally did though.

By the end of it, they both were buried deep in the mattress, exhausted. And they had no idea how they’d get through the third round. But they did. Cause they had to. But again, his turmoil that grew. Again. Always. 

But then, he felt her light. It was easy to forget by one when they just found out; she was a creature of light, after all, even though that meant him and they all were ones of dark, the fact that ones of light existed was enough in this world. He snapped out of his thoughts, gasping as he felt her pulling him close. 

She knew, after all. That he was so lost that he didn’t notice both of them reaching their edge again. His eyes widened; hers shut close. He was buried deep inside her, when they both crossed the finishing line of the only three stages he was meant to represent. And they knew they couldn’t do this again. 

…Or at least not until she completely finishes her test.

~ A Brother

~ An Ally

~ Someone I respect 

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Hope you liked it— Updates will be available on the Masterlist soon.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Infinity • Fanfic | Chapter 1 - Hey You!

Synopsis: What happens if we look between the cracks of time in JJK? Hereby sharing you the hidden story I found.

Content: ~Just Not your usual first chapter

A/N: Eeeeee I'm so excited. Hope you guys enjoy this.

It was a pleasant Winter morning. The sunrays piercing through the clouds, falling onto the streets of Tokyo.

A boy rather young for being in the highschool uniform he wore, walked down a crowded street with shopping bags hung over his shoulder. A tall, slender frame, styled white hair, and eyes covered by round glasses as he went— Gojo Satoru.

Across the road, between many faces moving on the sidewalk, one girl's seemed to pause imperceptibly in recognition of the guy that walked forward across the road. She steered to the crosswalk through the people.

Gojo, meanwhile, was still walking, looking down into his flip-phone, screen dimmed under the morning sun: Dec 7, 2003

SUGURUUU Suguruuu Come back early. -9:23 am- You No. -9:24 am-

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Just then, he heard a voice from behind. “Hey, You!!”

Gojo paused, feet halting mid-step. The voice chuckled, “You're Satoru Gojo, right?!” Gojo turned. Looking the girl up and down with a tiny smirk stretched across his lips. “huh…” he thought to himself. “Hm mh... Yeah.

And you? A fan? A bad guy? How do you know my name?” He spoke. “Chuckle A bad guy? Smirk Not really. A fan? Who isn't? As for how I know your name... let's just say I'm a curious cat who gets what she wants.” She said, standing there, her smirk mirroring his and doing more; a strange kind of swirl in her almost-black brown eyes, a pair of simple earrings that glistened against the sunlight. Her dark brown hair let down in a sort of wicked waterfall, wearing a white shirt and navy pants, her frame slightly leaning over his.

Gojo blinked. WHAT? Gojo, Gojo, Control. “Clears his throat. smirk. Uh-huh? Cute. Now what? Want me to give you an autograph, stranger danger?” Gojo...what are you doing? Get out and run, she's unknown and knows your name. Tch. If it wasn't my birthday, I'd have beat her up and end this already...

She chuckled. “An autograph? Not really. But there sure is a sweet shop nearby... Wink” His face lit up at that. “Sweetshop, huh? Now you're talking my language! Alright, alright, I'll bless you with my company. Lead the way.”

She chuckled. “At it!” And so, the pair of his shoes and her boots struck against the pavement as the two headed down-street to the sweetshop.

-

In a few minutes, they reached the sweetshop. Stepping in as the smell of the sweets greeted their senses. They stood against the shop's counter, his elbows rested back on the counter, while her arms and legs stayed crossed.

“So? Who even are you? What's your name?” Gojo asked. “My name? Yuvi Knaiomi. But you can call me a daydream dressed like a nightmare.” She said, pleased with herself. Gojo just stared, clearly short circuiting. “...HUH?!”

Gojo huffs, taking off his glasses. “You're weird. And I'm Gojo speaking. And that's saying something.” Yuvi smirked, turning to the shop staff who'd just come to the other side of the counter. “It's saying “Let's order before we indulge in conversation.””

Gojo raises a brow, smirking. “Uh-huh? Alright then. But let's see if you're still so confident after seeing the bill.” Yuvi blinked. “I'm paying for your order too?!” Gojo chuckled. “Obviously.” Yuvi smiled. “If so... you'll be surprised at how unbothered I remain.” Gojo laughs. “Now you're just enabling me.” He turns to the staff. “A fruit chocolate parfait and three mochi for me please!” “One regular cupcake for me please …” Yuvi said.

-

“Here…” The staff said as they placed the tray of sweets on the counter alongside a small notepad. “...And the bill.” _-¥2,500_- Gojo grins, “Told you.” Yuvi smirked. “And so did I…” She turns to the staff, handing over ¥3000. “Keep the change.” The staff blinked. “Uh—”

Gojo smirks at that, “Not bad. Not bad at all.” She smiles, tilting her head. “Let's grab a table then, shall we?” He walks off cause ofcourse he does. “Too slow! Already at it!”

-

At the table, the two sat across from eachother, placing Gojo's parfait and mochis and Yuvi's lone cupcake in their respective trays before sitting down.

“No need to feel bad for paying, though, Yuvi. Think of it as an investment in your future. You're welcome.”

Yuvi chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I'd rather not want to be owing from you.”

“Is it? Good, then. You're the one who invited me anyways.” He replied.

“Mn... yeah, right. But really, if people like me keep paying for you, what do you even do with all that money of yours?”

“Ha. For starters, I don't spend it on boring stuff. Got to maintain the lifestyle you see before you, right? ... Training gear, sick snacks, and first-class vacations every now and then. I mean, I deserve it. And let's not forget donation... mostly to myself. Why ask? You trying to fund my high-life or something?” He said with a smirk, leaning back in his seat.

She laughed. “Oh, no, no, please. Smirk. But, if the question arises how much money I have... the answer is probably more than yours.”

“Oh? That so? I've got to say, you've got me interested. I guess we'll see who comes out on top when the real competition begins. But really how much more than me? I'm curious now.”

“Let's just say... I live with way less money than yours. What do I do with the rest of the money? There is no ‘rest of the money’. Let's just say I've got money in my hand whenever I need. No matter the amount.” She paused, then continued. “If you ask me whether I have the money to buy a country, I'd say yes. But you won't find the money anywhere until the moment of making the deal.”

“You— what? Chuckle. Mysterious stash that just… appears when you need it? That's some next level stuff. Now I really wanna know. How does that even work? Are you like… some sorta sorcerer with money related curses? You've gotta teach me. Forget all the flashy stuff I do, this kinda power? Pure genius.” He laughed, amused. “Okay, okay. I admit. You've got me best in the ‘how’ department. But I'll still outshine in the ‘how much’, just you wait.”

Yuvi chuckled, shaking her head as she pointed with a sly smile. “I'm pretty sure you don't need to beat me in anything, but for the record, yes, I have sorcery. Not that I have any money related curse.” “...wanna see something?”

Gojo raised a brow, a smirk spreading across his face. “Oh? Show me, huh? Who am I to say no? Fine, go on.”

Yuvi winked. “Alright. So, give me a 4-5 digit number and a currency.”

“Interesting… Okay, then. 56789 for the number and yen for currency.”

“Okay. Now, look under the table, but don't make faces and don't make a scene.”

Gojo nodded, tilting his head down as he leaned sideways to peek. Under the table, his jaw dropped at the sight in front. Her hands were holding a stack of cash- exactly ¥56789. Gojo returned to his position, leaning back on his chair slowly, the smirk still curved on his lips, his mind filled with a million questions now. “Well… then might as well tell me how you did it?”

Yuvi chuckled. As if she'll tell him that easily. “I can tell you… a lot more than just what I did— But I want something in return.”

Gojo blinked, eyes lifting at that on instinct. “In return? And what would that be?”

-

“I want you to help me get into Jujutsu High.”

A/N's note: Thanks for reading Chapter 1!

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Infinity • Fanfic | Chapter 6 - Jujutsu High

Synopsis: What happens if we look between the cracks of time in JJK? Hereby sharing you the hidden story I found.

Previously: “Let’s just get you to Jujutsu High.” Yuvi’s eyes lit up. “Okay! **You remember the plan, right?**” Gojo nodded. “**Sure…**”

Content: !-Finally heree ✨-!

A/N: HAVE FUN ^0^🧡

The two soon found themselves away from the hum of Tokyo’s city mornings. The silence, quiet wind, and chirp of the forest filled their surroundings instead, as they walked through the roads wrapping around the hilly outskirts of Tokyo. The trees and greenery muffling their conversation. 

Yuvi had her hands in her pockets as he walked behind Gojo, taking in the scenery surrounding her, before turning to him to speak. “So, I'm gonna be interviewed by some… Yaga guy, yeah?”

Gojo blinked, turning. “How'd you know?”

Yuvi shrugged. “Told you I researched.” Though as they walked forward, Gojo couldn't help but notice the way she was all giggly as of now. 

So, he spoke up. “Well? Looks like someone's happy. You really hit it all today, huh? 1 pm, and you've already, met Satoru Gojo, befriended him, told him your plan, have him help you out executing it, headed to Jujutsu High, and finished… how many stages of your test, again?

Yuvi grinned. “Six!”

Gojo smirked. “Six, huh? You sound like it's special.”

Yuvi nodded with a smile. “Cause it is special. My test, though harsh, has a liberation. Once I've finished 6 of 8 stages, even though I'm not allowed to have intimacy with someone I love until I finish the other two stages, now I'm free to fall in love or be romantically involved with someone. And the person won't die anymore.”

A beat. Gojo realised. Yuvi beamed. He immediately stretched his hand for a shake. Yuvi took it. 

Gojo: “Congratulations!” Yuvi: “Yeah, Thanks!” Gojo: “Oh- and we've reached Jujutsu High. By the way” 

… 

They stood at the entrance of Jujutsu High, Yuvi staring at the vast campus before her. Oh, this was gonna be where everything happens, wasn’t it? She grinned, resting her hands on her sides. “So, this is the infamous Jujutsu High, huh?”

Gojo nodded. “Yeah… this is, my place.” She shrugged. “Fine, let’s go.”

Y: “You remember the plan, right?” G: “Yeah, yeah.” Y: “Then into the lion’s den I go!”

-

A few hours ago…

Gojo: “Then tell me. What’s this quirky plan of yours?” Yuvi: “Hmph. So basically, I’ll act like a helpless kid with a cursed technique that’s troubling her. You’ll recommend me as a rookie with potential for recruitment. And just like that, I’m gonna be in Jujutsu High without needing to sneak around. Plus, a year later, I’ll get access to the library.” Gojo: “Huh. Sounds simple enough. Will that work, though? And how’ll you pretend to have a cursed technique? You’re the literal opposite- also something we’re supposed to hide. Won’t they sense your strange energy? That place is filled with sorcerers.” Yuvi: “They won’t; watch me.” Gojo: “Alright then.”

-

1 PM. In front of Yaga’s office.

The two walked across the grounds of Jujutsu High, busy in conversation. A few eyes turned; others didn’t. Then, as they reached in front of Yaga’s office, Gojo paused by the door, turning to Yuvi. “Ready?”

Yuvi nodded. “Yeah.” And so, they stepped inside.

As they did, they were met by shelves of files in cupboards on one side, a monitor and lots of soft toys?! around the desk, which was covered with papers. On the opposite corner by the end of the room, there was a small cabinet stuffed with rolled wires from the CCTVs in Jujutsu High. And in the middle of it all sat a man in his early thirties, dark hair, with a buzz cut and two neat lines shaved off around his head, wearing a neat black jacket similar to Gojo’s uniform; Yuvi noticed. 

Yaga looked up. Looked at Gojo. Gojo grinned. “Morning, Sensei!” Then he looked at the girl standing beside Gojo, whom he’d never seen before. Yuvi smiled politely.

Yaga sighed. “Satoru. We’ve talked about this. I cannot keep dealing with your recruitment “options” every two weeks, especially when I’m not the principal and have one to convince every time you do this.”

Gojo grinned. “Oh, Sensei, just hear me out. I found her somewhere on some streets, but she. Has. So. Much. Potential. Besides, I already told you before that I’m helping. We’re always short on sorcerers, so why not recruit more!”

Yaga exhaled through his nose, pinching its bridge. “Yes, but you can’t keep picking up people off the streets.”

Gojo tilted his head, blinking rapidly, wide-eyed. “I’m trying to contribute my best; I train and study and go on missions, even though I’m not a student here yet, cause my clan sent me here early, and I find people for us since we have a lack of them out of the goodness of my heart. And you won’t even consider my suggestion on my Birthday? Heartbreaking.”

Yaga just stared at him. Yuvi cleared her throat, speaking up, her voice low. “It’s okay, sir. I knew I was a waste of time to such busy people in this Jujutsu society. It’s my fault I let Mister Gojo think they should bring me here. I shall leave.” She said and turned to the door.

Yaga spoke up, absolutely done. “Oh no, no. Wait. We can’t just keep letting random people “leave” like that after they’ve found out about Jujutsu society. Which is why you need to stop doing this, SATORU, but fine. Inhale Fine. You’re not going anywhere before I’m done. Whatever it is, Satoru, tell her to make it short.”

Gojo grinned, nodding as he turned to Yuvi, giving her two big thumbs up. Internally? Both Yaga and Yuvi sighed at his theatrics. But of course, she recovered quickly, then turned, giving Yaga a bow. “Noon, sir. I’m Yuvi Knaiomi. I was born with a cursed technique, and honestly, luckily, I knew about Jujutsu, so it hasn’t scared me as traumatically as it could have to a person not understanding what goes on inside themself. Although I am incredibly physically weak. Every time I use my technique, it hurts my own body too. It takes a serious physical toll on me. And as years pass, my technique keeps getting stronger and hurting me more and more. I told the same to Mister Gojo, and he brought me here. Do you think this place can solve my problem?”

Yaga listened carefully to her, then leaned back, humming. “Depends. What do you think the solution to your problem is?” 

Yuvi blinked, pretending to think for a second. “Um… if I’m able to learn more, and right about Jujutsu here, train, learn to control my technique better, strengthen myself physically, so I can stop hurting myself without my control.”

Yaga raised a brow, then scoffed. “Well, then if you already know what to do, why come here. You seem to know enough to help your case.”

Yuvi shook her head, eyes cast down. ‘Teary-eyed ’, her lower lip trembled. “No, sir. I cannot. Because I don’t know how to do all that. I only have the thought, not the skill. I need guidance. Training. That much, I know.”

Oh, Gojo was impressed; and he would’ve tried to hide his grin, but even if this was true, he’d probably still be grinning, so no stress. 

The whole time she spoke, Yaga listened carefully. Then shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “Fine. Tell me more about your technique.”

Yuvi’s brows furrowed. Internally, she smirked like this was the most entertaining moment of her life. “Sir. My technique is called ‘Pretense Mind Control.’ But unfortunately, I cannot explain more than that. I have made that mistake more than once before. I believe you know the pactful nature of explaining or revealing one’s technique. It makes it stronger. Except in this case, I can’t afford it get stronger anytime soon. I apologize for the uncertainty. I’ll understand if it raises a case of doubt about me.”

Yaga rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he shook his head. “No, no, I assure you, it doesn’t do any of that. Bold of you to assume I haven’t seen stranger stuff sitting on this chair. But we can’t exactly go around recruiting people who’re a twig and babysit them with a whole Jujutsu society on our hands. If you want to be trained, you’re going to have to prove you’re worth any of our time.”

He said. And finally stood up from his seat, stepping out, arms behind his back. “You can’t explain? Fine. Show me. Use your technique against me. I assure you I won’t counter or defend unless necessary.”

Gojo froze. Not panicking, he trusted Yuvi to handle it by now. But yes, he had his popcorn ready cause he had no idea what she was gonna do, and he loved that.

Yuvi nodded, then stepped back. “Okay, Sir. As you say.” 

-

The truth was, Yuvi had been using a technique this whole time. One blessers have to create negative energy just like Jujutsu sorcerers do to create positive energy. But don’t be fooled. The Reverse blessed technique is far more complicated cause simple multiplication of positive energy doesn’t yield negative energy, unlike the Reverse cursed technique.

Yuvi used her Shukujutsu to create the “effects” of her “technique” while constantly performing reverse blessed technique alongside to create the illusion of cursed energy, also using it to mask her positive aura completely. 

With the help of her Shukujutsu, while carefully masking the sense of her blessed energy, she forced Yaga’s feet to move a step forward against his will. But that’s all. 

Then she stopped. And pretended to feel exhausted, while also, in a way, a person used to the exhaustion would. She made her nose and ears bleed slightly, using her Shukujutsu.

-

Yaga stared at his feet, like they'd betrayed him, then back at Yuvi, as she got weaker and blood came out of her nose and ears. 

Yuvi blinked, looking back at Yaga as she gave him a dizzy bow, shaking her head. “Oh— I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'll– I'm used to this.” She said, then pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing away her blood. 

Yaga hummed. “Yeah. I can see that. You shouldn't be ‘used to’ something like this, though.”

He turned to Gojo. “Fine. I'll talk about her with the others and make them agree. I can see how not recruiting her would create more problems than recruiting her. But you will stop with this habit of yours now, Satoru. For the last time, it's not your job to find us more people, and it has become very problematic.”

Satoru gasped, half offended, but then glanced at Yuvi for a short second. Right. We have a plan to keep from flopping. He cleared his throat, giving Yaga an over-the-top nod. “As you say, Sensei!”

Yaga waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go show her around.”

Gojo grinned. “Oh, alright, I will!”

And with that, the two left Yaga’s office. 

-

The moment they stepped out of the door, they burst into laughter, whispering to each other.  “Oh. My. God. Yuvi, that was some acting! You're gonna be like this the whole time? I feel like I made the best decision of my life meeting you and bringing you here!”

Yuvi smirked, arms crossed in pride. “Mn~ of course I am. Told you no one'd catch up. Although it wasn't your decision to bring me here. I made you.”

Gojo gasped, clutching his heart. Yuvi chuckled, giving him a nudge. Then she blinked. Looking around at the campus. Her eyes fell on two people. She turned to Gojo, pointing:

“Who are the noodle-hair guy and human-bunny over there?”

Gojo blinked, his brows knitting as he turned to where she was pointing. There stood the boy with blond hair and an expression too serious for his age, along with another guy around the same age, dark hair and big eyes, smiling at him and talking loudly. Both wearing the same uniform as Gojo's. 

Gojo burst into laughter, clutching Yuvi's shoulder. “Oh— OH MY GOD— wheeze Yuvi! You with the nicknames?! Giggle but yeah, they're my friends. Same story. Aren't “officially” in school yet, but we're all here. The wheeze –Noode-hair guy is Nanami Kento. Please don't say that to him, though. Inhale and the— exhale The human bunny, is Yu Haibara. Don't fixate too much on the sunshine energy, though.  He's got hands where he needs them on missions.”

Yuvi raised a brow, then grinned. “Oo. They sound interesting. Can I meet them?”

Gojo shrugged, “Depends. What if they sniff you out?”

Yuvi hummed, smirking. “Oh, watch me.”

-

Meanwhile, 

“Oh, but that's unfair! You have to tell me the details about the mission.” Haibara insisted. 

Nanami shook his head. “There are not much details. I already told you the location’s history, and there's not much more to it—”

Haibara huffed. “Oh, but you can at least tell me how the cursed spirit looks so we can identify it from the other ones if there's any there—”

Nanami shrugged. “Haibara. If there are other spirits, we have to kill them off too.”

Haibara blinked. Then his mouth widened. “Oh, right, right! I forgooooot.”

Nanami shook his head with a faint smile.

-

And then the smile dropped. 

“Hello! How's everyone doing today~!” Gojo's voice rang to them as he ran up to them while waving his hand. 

Nanami groaned, looking away. Haibara, meanwhile, beamed. 

“Oh, noon, Gojo senpai! How's your day— OH MY GOD, IS THAT A NEW PERSON?!”

Yuvi, walking slower as she followed Gojo, gave him a small smile. Nanami turned. Then raised a brow. “So Satoru actually convinced Yaga to recruit a person? Wow.”

Gojo gasped. “Nanami~ why won't you call me senpai? Look at Haibara; he has such good manners.”

Haibara blinked, looking around. Then he shrugged. “I just have a better tolerance for you than Nanami senpai and others…” Honest. Too honest. 

Gojo hissed. Nanami snickered. Yuvi blinked. Then she raised her hand to give the two a wave, smiling softly, as she bowed slightly. “Hi. I'm Yuvi Knaiomi. Nice to meet you two.”

Nanami turned, nodding back. “Nice to meet you too. I'm Nanami Kento. This is Yu Haibara.”

Haibara waved his hand. “Hello!”

Nanami turned back to her. “You're welcome here. Although I’d suggest not spending so much time with Satoru over here. He's a bad influence. And the last thing we need is another person with a god complex.”

Gojo gasped. Yuvi chuckled, placing a hand on Gojo's shoulder, before turning to Nanami, smiling. “I mean, he is the one who brought me here, so as of now, I'm closer to him than others. But alright. I'll keep that in mind.” She winked. 

Nanami stared. Then rolled his eyes. “Oh, so she comes with her own god complex. God save us all. Whatever. At least you have better manners than Satoru. Keep that. It'll come in handy around here.”

Haibara chuckled, nudging him. “Oh, come on, senpai. Don't be so harsh on the new girl.”

Gojo grinned. “Yeah, Nanami, she's just a rookie!”

Yuvi chuckled. Then paused, smiling softly as she pointed between Nanami and Haibara. “Um, so, are you two—”

Haibara immediately got excited, nodding. “Yeah, go on, what do you want to ask?”

Yuvi shrugged. “Are you two like, together…??”

Haibara blinked. Then pulled away from Nanami, chuckling as he shook his head. “Woh, woho— no. No, we're… not.”

Nanami nodded. “He's right. We're not— not… we're not together.” He cleared his throat. Awkward. 

Haibara grinned. “We're just permanent mission partners and great friends.”

Yuvi blinked, then nodded. “Oh. Okay. Okay. My bad. I thought you guys were— I mean, you two would look great as a couple. But yeah, I get it. That's great. That's great…”

Haibara beamed, draping his hand over Nanami’s shoulder. “Really? Thanks!” Nanami shook his head, eyes to himself, embarrassed. 

Yuvi smiled, nodding. “Well… I'll go now, then. I guess. Sorry again!” She said and turned away.

“Oh, she's kinda right though, isn't she~” Gojo said as a one last jab to the two before turning and following her.

-

Gojo nudged Yuvi, grinning. “You're amazing.”

Yuvi smirked, arms crossed. “Told you. But those two? Hm. I can see them having chemistry.”

Gojo nodded. “Coming from a love blesser—”

Yuvi's eyes widened as she put a finger on his lips. “Shh. Idiot.”

Gojo blinked. Then grinned. “Right…”

“Who are those two? Long and short hair?” She asked, pointing at a distance where two girls talked, one with short brown hair, wearing the Jujutsu High uniform, the other with black hair tied in pigtails, who wore a miko uniform. 

Gojo raised a brow, turning. He shrugged. “Oh, that? They're my all-time entertainment system. Name’s Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori. Wanna talk to them?”

Yuvi chuckled. “Oh, are you kidding? Of course I do. C'mon.”

-

“It's been a long time since any of us got time to play any games.” 

“Please, Utahime. You don't even like games.”

“Yeah, but anything to spend more time with you and less with that Gojo.”

“Laugh but you literally are right now.”

“Yeah, that's true…”

-

Gojo grinned. “Utahime~ Shoko~ your favourite person in Jujutsu High is baaack!”

Utahime hissed, shifting away. “Too soon.”

Shoko chuckled, tilting her head. “Oh, you brought company? New company? Hah. Who are you?”

Gojo grinned, nudging Yuvi. “She is my new play toy! Look at her. Isn't she amazing?”

Yuvi shot Gojo a glare before turning to the two, giving them a nod. “Actually, I'm a new recruit. Well, frankly, a rookie. I'm here to improve my jujutsu skills.”

Utahime nodded back. “Nice to meet you. I hope you don't turn out like Gojo.”

Shoko shrugged, pointing. “Either way. Don't get yourself injured and increase my or my colleagues' work.

Yuvi raised a brow. “You're… a doctor?”

Shoko shrugged. “Still a student. RCT.”

Yuvi nodded. “I see…” “And what do we have here~?” A voice sang from behind. 

Yuvi turned. Raising a brow. Looking the girl up and down. She wore a uniform, a mysterious smile across her lips, white hair tied into a pony with long bangs covering either side of her face. 

Yuvi smirked. “A material girl, apparently.” 

Meimei hummed. “Oh, but one would think being obsessed with money and power, and being obsessed with material, is a little different. Although. That was more a lack of vocabulary than a lack of perception. How'd you know?”

Utahime rolled her eyes, taking Shoko's hand and running away, dragging her with her. 

Yuvi chuckled. “Oh, I'm just kidding. I'm new here. Freshly recruited. My name's Yuvi.”

Meimei hummed, crossing her arms. “Hm. Meimei here. So, you've already met Gojo, I see?” 

Gojo grinned. Yuvi shrugged. “Actually, he got me here.”

Meimei nodded. “Hm. So he helped you get into Jujutsu High, huh.”

Gojo chuckled nervously. Yuvi gave him a nudge behind his back, as a “shut it, I can handle this.” before speaking up. “Yeah, he helped me a lot. I needed a place to sharpen my skills. Not easy to be recruited by an institute like this.”

Meimei hummed. “Oh, I see how it is. Well then, I guess you're going to have to improve a lot. I'm gonna keep a watch on you.” She said, and then walked away. 

-

Gojo shrugged. Turning to Yuvi.  “Well… she's gonna keep a watch on you~” 

Yuvi chuckled, grinning. “Oh, it's alright. She's just being cryptic. But hey, I've gotta say, you've got some people in this place, man. They're all one of their own.”

Gojo shrugged. “What can I say? Great guys live in good company.”

Yuvi rolled her eyes with a smile. “Sure, whatever.”

Just then, Gojo’s phone got a message. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, flipping it open. He squinted. Then grinned. “Well. Sounds like you got a testing mission assigned.”

Yuvi raised a brow. “A test mission?”

Gojo nodded. Grinning. “To see if you can even handle yourself against curses, or did they just adopt a baby with no skills. And I'll be there as backup. Don't worry, it'll be an easy mission, rookie.”

Yuvi rolled her eyes, shooting him a glare. “Gojo… ugh. Let's leave campus first. Then we'll talk about this.”

Gojo shrugged. “Kayyyy”

Then, Gojo and Yuvi started walking to the main gate of Jujutsu High’s campus to leave for this “test mission”, since they didn't have any other plans yet. With Gojo walking forward as always. 

Yuvi was inside her head. Annoyed by Gojo's jokes. He talks as if she's an actual rookie. Tch. There are a few things she'd like to share about how she's gonna deal with all the missions while here as a “student”, like—

Thud!

Yuvi felt herself bump into someone and fell off balance, collapsing onto the wet ground by the entrance, a few sheets of paper scattered around her. 

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice a person was coming in from the other side of the gate. If only there weren't these stupid high walls on each side of the entrance, she could've seen them in time. Why were there walls like that? That's such a hazard— right. To protect the place. Obviously. Tch. Disoriented, she started picking up the files without even looking up once after that bump—

“Hey.” 

Yuvi blinked. Five sheets in hand. Two still on the ground. She looked up. 

There stood the guy, about Gojo's age, wearing a uniform like his, black hair tied into a small pony, though a few faint strands had scattered over his face. A pair of brown eyes looking back at her. A smile on his face. One hand extended to her to help her stand up, the other brushing off his clothes. His voice sweet and calm.

“It's alright. I'll get my papers. Just watch where you're headed next time.” He said with a smile. 

Yuvi just stared up at him, frozen. After a long six seconds, she blinked, looking around, as she stood up, clearing her throat. “Oh, right— I— sorry. For that. I was lost in thought. Here are your files—” she said as she picked up all the papers from the ground, handing them over to the guy. “Well, that was bad. Um. Hi. I'm Yuvi Knaiomi. I'm a new recruit here, Gojo recommended me to the school.”

She glanced at Gojo. Shooting him a sharp look as if saying, “Are you gonna start mediating or?!”

Gojo chuckled, grinning as he walked up to the guy. “Oh, this? He's just my best buddy. Suguru Geto. Geto, you already met her. She's Yuvi.”

Geto nodded at Gojo's words, smiling as he turned to her. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Yuvi. The first day jitters then, huh?”

Yuvi blinked. “What are… jitters?”

Geto stared. Then he chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. “You and your new theatrics every day, Satoru. Go help her finish her day's work, I guess. I'll be off too now, gotta take these files. Bye, you two.” He said and then left. 

Yuvi's eyes followed his walking-away silhouette before she felt Gojo nudge her.  “Let's go?”

Yuvi inhaled sharply, a forced smile spreading across her lips. “Okay, let's get going.”

-

The two stepped out of the campus gate, walking down the road. Yuvi was still in her head, it seemed, her hand subconsciously reaching over her chest to calm her heartbeat. “Wow. Who is that guy?”

Gojo raised a brow. “You mean Suguru?”

Yuvi blinked, turning as she chuckled sheepishly. “Right. You already told me that back there. Let's go, let's go.”

A beat. Gojo stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening, and so did his grin. “Ohhh~? Did the love blesser just feel a little love back there? For my best friend?!”

Yuvi froze.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Infinity • Fanfic | Chapter 5 - Milkshakes

Synopsis: What happens if we look between the cracks of time in JJK? Hereby sharing you the hidden story I found.

Previously: They knew they couldn’t do this again. …Or at least not until she completely finishes her test. ~ A Brother ~ An Ally ~ Someone I respect

Content: !-Maximum awkwardness-!

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For a little while after the whole ordeal, the two simply sat on opposite ends of the bed, backs facing eachother’s. Slowly, the two started switching between putting their clothes back on and sitting back down, clearly still tired.

A few seconds later, Yuvi finally spoke up, glancing to where Gojo sat out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you and… Sorry.”

For a moment, Gojo stayed quiet, staring down at his shirt. Then, he put up a smile. “Heh. Don’t go getting emotional on me now, Yuvi.” But he only got an unimpressed raised brow from her. He sighed, rubbing his face with a hand, clearly conflicted. “Feels weird. We just did that, and now we’re sitting here like two strangers.”

He exhaled, smiling softly as he glanced her way. “Anyway… so, one step closer to your ‘happily ever after’ or whatever??”

Yuvi nodded tiredly. “Yeah, one step. No, actually, three steps closer.”

Gojo smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Damn. Guess I’m really out here doing community service now, huh?”

Yuvi shook her head with a smile, scratching the back of her head. “Eh… Sorry though, really.”

Gojo sprawled into the mattress, shaking his head. “Eh. Don’t worry about me. I mean, it’s not every day I get to be a part of someone’s divine trial or whatever, kinda makes me feel special.”

Then, he turned his head, opening an eye to look at her. “You good though? Like really?”

Yuvi shrugged from where she leaned back against the edge of the bed, thinking. “I mean… You don’t really care after doing it with your literal parents, you know? But how about you? Are you okay too?”

Gojo stepped forward, tilting his head. “Me? Please, Yuvi. I’m Gojo. I can walk out of here and go about my day like nothing happened.”

He paused, then continued. “But… I mean, it was a first for me, y’know? Not exactly how I imagined my first time, but hey, life’s weird like that.”

“So… you really just gonna keep going with this, huh?”

Yuvi paused. “I’m- Look, I’m sorry. But yeah… I can’t- I can’t be in a relationship with anybody in this damn ritual of mine.”

Gojo smiled, “I get it. Doesn’t mean I like it, but still. At least you’re not going through this alone…” He said, giving her leg a nudge with his. 

Gojo made an annoyed face, even though he was melting inside. “Guess that means I’m stuck watching your back through this whole ridiculous trial of yours. What a pain. You owe me, though. Big time. I’m talking endless sweets for like, a year. Minimum.”

Yuvi glanced his way, nodding softly. “I know I owe you a lot. But you know, Gojo, if you’re hiding something, just say it right now.” “I don’t like living with regrets. And I don’t like to see others walk right into living with regrets either.”

At that, Gojo’s smile finally dropped. A frown appeared on his face. “Tch. You really don’t let things slide, do you? Look, Yuvi. It’s not like I regret this. I don’t. But you know how things are for people like us. We don’t get to have normal lives. Not really.”

After a beat, his smile returned, more genuine now. “But hey, I’m not the one with the tragic trial of love hanging over my head, now am I? So no regrets. Got it?”

Yuvi, who had her head tilted throughout him speaking, like looking for every twitch in his soul, finally tilted it back, nodding with a laugh. “Okay, no regrets. But we can still lean on each other, right bro?”

She said, giving Gojo’s hand a nudge. “Sounds weird when we say it after all this. Well, that’s me and my fate, I guess.”

Gojo smiled at that, nudging her back.  “Yeah, sure. We can lean on each other. I mean, bro, we’ve already crossed a lot of lines, no going back now, right?”

“Fate’s a pain. But you’ve got me no matter how weird things get. We’ll handle it. You and me.”

“I’ve got your back, Yuvi!”

-

“Yeah, and I’ve got your damn attitude in check,” Yuvi said with a chuckle, ruffling Gojo’s hair.

Gojo, of course, immediately panicked, squirming to break free. “Hey! No! That’s not how this works!” But when the ruffling didn’t stop, he huffed. “Okay, okay! I get it! But I’m telling you, I’ll get back on this.”

A beat. Two. Yuvi glanced Gojo’s way. He was already looking at her. Then, he exploded into an oh-so “pure and childlike” demand: “BUY ME SOMETHING SWEET!”

To which Yuvi smiled, having seen this coming. “Fine. After we’re done talking and leave the room.” Gojo beamed, nodding immediately.

-

Yuvi’s voice turned back to a serious one, glancing at Gojo. “I think we should move on from this, though.” Gojo nodded with a grin. “Yep. Pretend it never happened! It’s nothing but a cosmic prank.” Yuvi raised a brow. “A WHAT?!” She laughed. “Yeah, sure. Then cosmic prank it is.”

Gojo shrugged. “What? Checking off a whole list of people to complete a test given by fate and find a real partner. Sounds like a cosmic prank to me.”

Yuvi grinned, “Fine, fine. You’re probably right. Decision made, then.” G: “Can we leave now?” Y: “Yeah. Take me to Jujutsu High.” G: “Get me the sweets first!” Y: “Okay, okay, I know!”

-

The two stepped out of the hotel room and walked down the hallway, talking.  Yuvi smiled, eyes awfully soft. “So, what sweets do you want?”

Gojo stared, then sighed, looking away. “Donnow. What would you get?” Yuvi’s eyes lit up. “MILKSHAKES!” Gojo turned, confused by her enthusiasm. “What? Milkshakes… That’s…” Yuvi shot him a glare. “Hey! Don’t say anything about milkshakes. They’re my favorite! Better than coffee anytime!”  Gojo, still unimpressed: “Favorite… Okay, okay! Milkshake enthusiast, milkshake it is. Ridiculous.” … “You’re paying, though!”

Yuvi blinked. Then smiled. “Heh. Pay? You forgot you just found out everything about The Art of Blessings.” She said and materialized 2 milkshakes in her hands with her blessed energy.

Gojo stared, skeptical. “Yeah…”

-

The two walked out of the hotel building, sipping the milkshake. As they walked down the streets, Yuvi slung her arm over Gojo’s shoulder. Gojo looked up. “So… How tall even are you?”

Yuvi paused mid-sip. “Me? I’m 6’4.” Gojo’s mouth widened. “EH?!” Yuvi turned. “And you? Are you 6’0? That’s pretty tall too.” Gojo nodded, WAY more self-aware now. “Yeah.”

Then, of course, he let it out: “Says the one who’s 4 inches taller than me! How did you even get this tall?”

Yuvi smirked proudly: “MILKSHAKES.” Gojo’s brows raised. “Right… Let’s just get you to Jujutsu High.”

Yuvi’s eyes lit up. “Okay! You remember the plan, right?” Gojo nodded. “Sure…”

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Infinity • Fanfic | Chapter 3 - Test

Synopsis: What happens if we look between the cracks of time in JJK? Hereby sharing you the hidden story I found.

Previously: Yuvi shook her head, lips pressed thin, a furrow in her brows, concern in her eyes, maybe. —“Jujutsu society doesn't know.” Blink, blink. **“D-doesn’t know?!”** Yuvi nodded.

Content: !-Secrecy/Violence(said killings), Self harm/Self worth, Non-con/Underage(only implied)-! !The contents of this story are pure fiction! !Reader discretion advised!

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Well, there was a time when Shukujutsu was out in the open with Jujutsu. But they say a few centuries ago, the leader of Shukujutsu at the time erased the whole world's memories; burnt off almost everything related- books, scriptures, stuff. No trace left. And told all Shukujutsu sorcerers to spread across the globe, hide their identity, and keep The Art of Blessings alive. Then sealed themself too, saying it'll all come back at the right time. For some reason. 

Ever since, blessers have been quietly separated and spread across the world, carrying the sorcery down through generations, hiding their true identity from the world.

Anyone who'd find out their secrets would be killed. Blessed sorcery became a hidden community. And there was only one way in and out: Birth and death. Yes, only the ones born into the community got the knowledge and were trained to get powers and pass them. 

It's been the same for centuries. And it's so well hidden that no one in Jujutsu society, no higher-ups, none from the great three clans, not even Tengen, or hey- not your six eyes technique that gives you all knowledge of time and space- doesn't know about it. 

-

Gojo heard attentively, and when she was done speaking, he paused to think for a moment, scratching his chin. “Wait, so… hidden, huh? Sounds like a tight system. How'd you get to know about it and not be killed, then?”

Yuvi smiled at that, stretching her arm with a lazy yawn, as she shot him a look. “Because I'm a blesser.”

Gojo froze. Eyes turning to her immediately. “Wait- what?! …you're a blesser?! …Really?”

Yuvi shrugged. “Yep.”

Gojo stared. Cautious. “Then… Why are you telling me all this? Clearly, I'm a Jujutsu High student.”

“Because our deal, remember? That you'd get me into Jujutsu High in return for telling you how I materialize money. This is why I want you to too. 

I'm pretty selfish, I don't wanna hide around forever. Wanna bring the art of blessings out in the open. So I can live freely too. I feel like, if it was hidden like this centuries ago, then it must've been something big. Bringing all this out without proper knowledge would be dangerous. I'm selfish, not dumb.”

“Generations of whispers passing down information have blurred the truth unclear. The books found in the main library of Jujutsu High might help. Even if all the physical evidence and books were burnt away. Even just one word, one hint in any book, could indirectly help me connect the dots… But stealing books is risky, so if I become a student there, fake it… After the first year, I can get access to the library just like that. Besides, if I'm doing something this big, I'd need a strong base and at least some allies on the cursed side of things too. So, one arrow, two shots.”

Gojo sighed, amused. “That's… wow. How did you even—?”

—“I’ve been researching for the last two years. Finding out about Jujutsu High’s working ways, its library, and things I'd need to take care of. Looking for a Jujutsu sorcerer or student. Trustworthy, strong-headed enough to handle this information. Curious and easy to convince. Unorthodox, in authority, whose words higher-ups would consider. 

Found your name… kept an eye on you too. And only approached you this morning as a plan. Well, I was right. …Hah. All it took was sweets and feeding your curiosity. You came along.”

Gojo stared, clearly entertained for his entire life. “Wow. Yuvi. Keeping an eye on me, without having me notice? You're really something. Fine. I'll help you get in. But we'll need an answer to the ‘How?’.”

“I already have the answer.” She said. 

Gojo wasn't even surprised at this point. “Of course you, had to know! Then tell me, what's this quirky ‘plan’ of yours?”

“Alright, so…” she spoke. 

… 

By the time she was done speaking, Gojo was smirking as he pointed at her. “Now that, Yuvi, is what I call genius. Laugh Oh, I love you.”

Yuvi tilted her head, raising a brow. “Love me, huh…” She pushed herself off the tree, back on her feet as she slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between her spot and Gojo’s, sitting down beside Gojo. 

For a moment, she stayed quiet, almost sad. Gojo turned, confused. Then, her smirk returned as she straight up placed her hand on Gojo's shoulder, while his infinity was on. 

For a long second, Gojo froze. Then, his jaw dropped. Instinctively, he leaned away. “Y-y-you can get past my infinity?!” He asked so loudly his voice almost shrieked. 

Yuvi, calm as ever, answered: “Obviously. I'm a blesser, remember?”

Gojo tilted his head, mouth agap, mind still spinning from her last series of action, sheepish. “Right. Didn't think you meant “anything by will” this literally.”

Though once he cooled down, his confidence returned. “That's how all that money was materialising, huh? Literally ‘sunshine’ energy! Bhahahah—

—Oh. Which reminds me, positive emotion specific to each blesser? Don't tell me yours is mischief-” He asked, though he was still leaning away. 

Yuvi chuckled. “No. No. Mine is… Love.”

And you could practically see the sparkle that came in Gojo's eyes at that. “Ohh loove, huh? Ha. I shouldn't have expected less from you.”

Yuvi smiled, giving him a hum, head tilting up to the sky. “Yeah. But I can't love you.”

Gojo shrugged with a smirk, shooting her a raised brow. “Why so?”

To which Yuvi chuckled. “I'll tell you a story. …How do you think blessers are trained?”

-

More than 75% of the work is just mental thinking. And don't mistake it for easy. Spend too much time in your head, and you lose your mind. And that's exactly the amount of time we gotta be in our heads to figure stuff out. Only less than 25% of the time do we physically train ourselves. 

Unlike Jujutsu sorcerers, who are born with techniques, we weren't born with blessed energy. 

Besides, to be able to feel enough positive emotion to convert it into physical energy… Imagine being in a fight with a curse and still feeling joy, hope, love, etc?

You really have to be clear-headed for that… have to be free. Knowing your goal. Aware of your true self. 

And what better way to do that than knowing why you're alive? One thing- Just one that you live for, one thing so important for your life, you'd kill yourself for it? 

It's liberating, really. To know what's more important than your life. Once you know that, nothing else matters. 

“Can I really do this?” “What if I don't want to do that?” “What will others think?” You don't really care about the world's rules once you find your endgame. Which could really be anything. 

As long as it's not affecting the important things, you can truly do whatever. It's quite freeing. And once you've found it, you can proceed to find the strongest emotion in you, and start the process of converting it to blessed energy…

That's how blessers are trained.

-

Gojo frowned at that, clearly displeased at the thought. “Kill yourself for?!”

To which, Yuvi's expression dropped to a deadpan. “Believe me, that's not even the worst part.”

“HUH?”

Yuvi nodded. “Yep. You know my blessed emotion, right? It's love. What's the reason I live for? Also love.”

Gojo let out a breath of a laugh at that, “Heh. Sounds like you got a thing for love. Shame that you say you can't love me. Although, what's so bad about that situation?”

Yuvi rolled her eyes. “Well, since my blessed energy comes from the positive emotion love, and since the reason I'm alive is love too-” “-The most important things to a blesser are the same thing for me, love.”

“And that makes my blessed energy more concentrated, making it more unique and powerful than other blessers’.”

Gojo shrugged with a grin. “Exactly. What's so bad about that!”

Yuvi shrugged. “Basically, it takes my power and potential to a whole another level.”

Gojo, now spiralling: “Yeah, so what's so bad about it?!”

“That as to see whether I'm worth such power, I have to pass… somewhat of a test.”

Gojo blinked. Eh?

-

Gojo turned to Yuvi, curious. “Test? What test?”

Yuvi huffed out loud, very down by even thinking of it. She rubbed the back of her head, “A test to prove I can love everyone without discrimination.”

“To make my powers stronger and to be allowed romantic love, I'm gonna have to finish this test first.”

Yuvi paused, hesitant, as she breathed in before continuing. 

“8 stages, 8 types of love- treat them equally. As in… love them equally. My test states if I want complete powers or romantic love in my life, I'll have to check off these boxes: my mom, dad, a brother, a sister, a friend, an ally, someone I respect, and someone I hate.”

-

…“#?/_(*:@@#?!”

-

Gojo hissed when he heard her words, shaking his head. Cause no way, right? He closed his eyes shut, pointing. “Sounds like the person who thought of this test needs a face-to-face conversation…” “...WITH. MY. FIST.” He said, clearly unable to process that information and enraged. 

Yuvi, meanwhile, was still calm. She turned to look at him, expression softer now, voice filled with empathy. “Calm down, Gojo. No person gave me this test. My fate did.”

“I tried to ignore the test, and dated two guys. Both of them died within two months of that.”

She looked away, her brows knitting, sad. “I figured it meant I must follow and finish the test to be allowed to love… and it's not like I can live without love, so,”

“…Even though the test is harsh, I decided to do it.”

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A sweet, sunny day. In a small park, stood two guys amidst of golden shadows from the sun and sweetness of jasmine spread all through the air.

The one with the white hair, and blue eyes, was wearing what looked like an unnecessarily oversized hoodie— and slippers. That was about it. He’d rushed out the house when he got a message from his boyfriend to meet up.

The other— one with the brown eyes and long black hair tied into a bun— was wearing a white shirt and black pants— and it seemed he did just for the sake of to balance out his boyfriend’s chaos.

Their gaze were locked on eachother, they were talking. Standing close. Holding hands.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Gojo said, looking at the garden.

“Pretty as a picture, sweetheart” Geto answered with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s amazing. Tiny…but amazing. Just one thing though, sweetcheeks.” Gojo said, lips curved in a smirk.

“What?” Geto replied, deciding to ignore the pet name Gojo chose.

Gojo: “Close your eyes”

Geto: “Why so?”

Gojo: “Just do it, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

Geto: “Hmph. Fine. …That’s my line though, Satoru.” He said as he closed his eyes.

Gojo: Grins “Hmm. Now focus on your ears. Sounds of wind rushing through leaves, the birds chirping, isn’t it great?”

Geto nodded with a smile. “It sure is, Satoru.”

Gojo: “Yep. Now, don’t open your eyes yet. Cover your ears too and focus on your nose. Smell the flowers around.”

Geto: sighs. “As you say” He covered his ears, taking a calm breathe, the sweetness of jasmine not going unnoticed. It wasn’t new that Gojo came up with things like this, but it never failed to amuse Geto.

Gojo nodded with a smile as he leaned in, whispering: "Alright, now for a sec, can you stop breathing too?“

Geto: confused, chuckles as he spoke: "What?! Okay I guess…” He said, and slowly stopped breathing.

Gojo stared at Geto for while, admiring his face. He slowly leaned close and pressed his lips against Geto’s.

Geto ofcourse, wasn’t surprised. And soon kissed Gojo back.

Just then…

A car stops by the park’s gate. Someone in a suit steps out, already speaking as he did, his fidgety body language opposing his clean attire.