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You have no idea how you ended up here.
Like at all.
One minute you were dozing off in front of the TV, your groggy mind confused from the bright light emitting from it and the next you were sat in an empty classroom that looked rather familiar.
Have you been drugged and kidnapped? Taken to a foreign country so your organs could be sold for thousands? Not that you think anyone wants your organs, you eat too much junk food and energy drinks for your insides not to be radioactive.
“Okay don’t panic (Name), this is probably just some vivid lucid dream.”
Except it’s not. That’s what you gather when you let muscle memory take over and somehow walk to the small apartment in which the keys that miraculously appear in your pocket belong to. It’s definitely not a dream when you fall asleep in a bed and wake up in the same place.
Now you weren’t really one to freak out, everyone that knows you- or rather knew you- said you were someone who had a good head on their shoulders and kept their cool in most situations.
But in this one? You scream into your pillow, throw shit around and break down. Nothing makes sense.
It’s then when you first catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You look the same but different. Like if you’d facetuned all the things you didn’t like about yourself like your acne scars that have miraculously disappeared.
Your hands trail down your body, feeling the difference in your…chest area.
“My boobs are bigger.” You mutter in disbelief. The feeling that you’ve woken up in a body that’s both similar and different makes you feel a bit icky. Like you’re wearing someone else’s supple skin.
You operate on autopilot mode for a while. You wake up at 8 to alarms you haven’t even set, you go to a school you’ve never been too before but somehow all the knowledge about their classes is in your head.
Then when your feet are walking you home one day, you see it. Granted, it’s a small little thing hanging in an alley that makes your nose crinkle with the smell. Its eyes are huge and bulbous and its skin is a putrid green and wrinkly. Some weird gurgling noise is coming from it’s mouth.
You think for a second, where the hell have I seen that, but overall opt to just keep it stepping. You don’t even take a step before the thing launches itself at you, screeching wildly. Instinctively, you put your hand out as something red flows out of your hands.
The thing makes a snarling noise as it’s suspended in the air.
What the actual fuck.
Okay so you kidnap it.
It isn’t that hard to do once you realise that pretty much no one else who walks past you on the street could even see the damn critter. It’s still hissing and snapping its teeth at you as you spin it around in the air, rather comically actually.
It’s not harmless from the sharp talons it has but it’s also…kind of cute.
Your hand subconsciously moves to try and pet it which is a stupid idea as it rears its hand back and chomps down on your hand causing you to cry out. Your other hand goes up instinctively and a beam of red slices the creature in half and sprays you with goo and guts.
“Ewww.”
It doesn’t take long for you to find another.
And another. And another until you stand in the middle of the street one day after scouring for ages with shock. You…you’ve experimented on them all! In this strange barren NPC town of yours, there was quite literally no more creatures to catch.
I mean, you’d learnt a lot. Like these abilities you had allow you to shoot what seemed like thrumming live energy at these creatures or slice through them entirely. That they were often attatched to people, making them look all gloomy.
There were hundreds in schools, cemeteries, hospitals. All the places where people hated to go.
You feel as though you’ve heard of this before.
Manifestation of creatures through negativity. It kind of reminds you of that stupid show your friend would binge watch, leaving you unnecessarily long voice notes about it.
Your friends, you hadn’t thought about them. Would they know you were even gone? Placed into a random town in Japan when you certainly weren’t able to speak Japanese? Thrown into a new world where you were an anomaly?
You shake your head- if what you think about being in this anime world is true, then you need to be prepared.
For the first time in the three weeks that you’ve been here, you sit down, take out a book and write.
“Ok so there was white hair, blue eyes sexy guy who’s super powerful. Get on his good side.” You mumble to yourself. By the time the sun rises, you’ve written every little thing you could remember about the show your friend would ramble about.
Befriend Pink Hair, be protected by White Hair, ignore/go unnoticed by bad guys.
It couldn’t be that hard could it? You probably wouldn’t see them anyways, Japan was a big place and you were content with staying just where you were. In this shoddy little apartment with money that you would randomly find in drawers and jacket pockets.
You’d be fine.
Scratch that.
Of course you wouldn’t be.
You are being followed right now. On your way to the convenience store you catch the tuft of white hair again- if it’s who you think it is, you’re in for trouble. It gets harder and harder to ignore until you spin around when you’re at your door and the annoyingly tall man ducks behind a bush.
“Stop following me, you creep!”
He jumps out at that, slender hands up in surrender. The blindfold, the white hair- it’s definitely who you think it is.
“Hey, hey I’m not a creep!” He defends himself as you roll your eyes.
“Then what do you call someone who follows a young girl to her door?”
“A concerned civilian?” He scratches the back of his head as you stare at him with a deadpan look, moving to close the door. You really didn’t need to be apart of this- like at all.
“Go concern yourself elsewhere.”
Before you can shut the door, a large hand falls onto it. He opens the door, lifting his blindfold to show you one startling blue eye that widens impossibly large when it looks at you.
That can’t be good.
“What are you?” He breathes out, seemingly looking through you. The man frowns and steps back before shaking his head, falling back into the goofy persona he first had.
“You ever seen weird creatures around, things other people can’t see?”
“This is the weirdest way a Jehovah’s Witness has ever tried to recruit me but no.” You huff- the moment you get yourself involved, you just know it’ll be impossible to get out of it so you lie to the admittedly super attractive man.
His eyes crinkle with mirth beneath the blindfold.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” You bite out. It’s at that moment that his hand which you hadn’t realised had been hidden behind his back suddenly thrusts an ugly little creature at you. You instinctively rear back and your hand flies in front of you, a familiar pulse under your skin and deep red energy curling around it and quickly rendering it to guts.
The man lets out an amused little laugh and you have the feeling that he’s very pleased with himself. You just got played.
“Gojo Satoru, sorcerer.”
Gojo, so that was his name. It even sounds familiar.
There’s a moment before your brain clicks and fizzles- there’s a voice that sounds suspiciously like your friend.
’Gojo! Oh I’d let him **** me and drink *** *** **** *** *****!’
Your face crinkles in distaste, she sure wasn’t shy.
Was…was this a romance anime?
There isn’t much that he tells you that you don’t already know. There were sorcerers, blah blah blah, duty to protect blah blah blah. It also doesn’t take you long to pack the man telling you he was glad he didn’t have to convince yet someone else’s parents to allow them to be whisked away to a religious school in the mountains.
“Not that it would be difficult for me, I’m told I’m very persuasive.” He winks somehow even with the blindfold. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, the supposedly ‘strongest sorcerer’ is quite laid back and relaxed.
“So how did you even find me? I thought I was keeping a low profile, in a small town where not much goes on.”
He points at you, snapping so sporadically that it almost makes you jump out of your skin.
“That’s exactly how we found you. Those little critters that feed off of negative emotions at schools and cemeteries make up for the overall cursed energy in an area. And since you somehow exorcised all of them, well imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a town with practically no cursed energy and upon someone who’s brimming with an almost unnatural amount.”
You try not to squirm under his all-seeing gaze.
“Anyway, since you’ll be the third student to join you haven’t missed out on anything. Normally you’d have to have a meeting with the principal but me and him go way back so I vouched for you. You seem like a nice girl.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Hold on to your stomach.”
He grabs your wrist suddenly as you disappear. Maybe the wording is wrong, it’s more like you’re moving at a gazillion miles per hour. A million things whizz past you and you feel like you’re everywhere and nowhere.
He lets go of you as you suddenly keel, hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. You hear an amused chuckle from him as you glare as ferociously as you can manage in this state.
“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” You manage to spit out before standing upright and brushing invisible specks of dust from you.
“No promises.” Is all he says before he’s off again with those long legs of his. You just notice where you are, in new unfamiliar surroundings before scrambling to follow him.
Gojo talks like a lot. Probably in love with his own voice as he points out random things about the school and its grounds. You zone out for a bit before deciding to tune in again, maybe he’s saying something important.
“-and then I was banned from coming the fountain again, my old man wasn’t so happy about that.”
And once again you are proved wrong.
“There’s only two other first years like I said, one who’s similar to you. An anomaly.”
You realise that you’re stopped in front of a large brown door that opens to show a bunch of rooms, dorms you presume.
A tall black haired boy, round the same age as you, walks past before stopping and turning around.
“This is (Name), another new student.” You wave awkwardly as he squints at you then keeps walking but not before throwing an annoyed stare at Gojo.
Okay…you’re just going to ignore whatever the hell that was.
Gojo continues walking further in, past the common area and to another door. He doesn’t bother to knock on it, instead swinging the door open. There’s a pink haired boy sat on his bed, his face in a frown as he rubs at his reddened cheek.
“This is Yuji Itadori, the other first year. Yuji this is-“
“(Name) (Last Name) but you can just call me (Name).”
He smiles brightly and wow he’s really cute. Gojo looks between the two of you, wiggling his brows beneath his blindfold.
“Well I’ll be taking my leave- your room is across from his (Name). Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks off with a whistle and a big bright smile. You look at his back with a raised brow.
“What a weirdo.” You comment off handedly, Itadori snorting with a hand over his mouth.
“It was…nice to meet you.” You say stiffly, turning to leave and make it to your own room when he calls out.
“Wait!”
He flushes furiously when you stare at him in question.
“Fushiguro isn’t really the bonding type but I was wondering if you’d want to watch a movie or play a game or something…” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.
You shrug, might as well try to make friends in this definitely deadly and difficult to survive in alone world.
“I think I’ve got a UNO deck in my drawer, can you go get it?”
When you turn and bend over to get it, you hear something.
“Didn’t know I’d wake to such a pleasant view.” A leering voice calls out as you freeze, hearing a sudden smack. You slowly turn to face a red faced Itadori, both blushing and with a distinct hand print on his face.
“It’s not me! It’s Sukuna, the curse that I’m a vessel too!”
You eye him suspiciously but proving his point, a sharp toothed mouth and crimson eye forms on the back of his hand.
“Powerful too, I can smell it on you girl.” Sukuna’s long tongue lolls out of his mouth as you crinkle your nose.
“Yuck, what a perv.” Is all you say before taking the deck of cards and sitting on his creaky desk. Sukuna tsks but disappears whilst you and Itadori play a game of Uno - one that very quickly turns fiery when you stare at him with a glint and put a +4 down after he was only on two cards.
He howls in anger and sobs as you put your last card down. Fushiguro, who was trying to go to sleep, walks past with a dark look on his face. He peers inside to where the cacophony of noise was coming from and sees Itadori holding his head in his hands and you with your hand in front of your mouth to hide your amused smile.
He frowns slightly- you seemingly appeared from nowhere. In fact, he knew of the other student but not of you who seemed like a wildcard.
He ignores the small pinch he feels within at your easy way of worming yourself into a friendship with Itadori of all people so quickly.
Sukuna already regrets having that brat eat his finger.
At first he thought it’d be fun, being free to take over a seemingly capable body and cause havoc. Slaughter some innocents, rule over people again, bury himself in some women.
But no, he had to somehow find the one pitiful human who could somehow suppress his power and render him a spectator locked away in his mind.
But then again he wouldn’t have met you if he wasn’t in this abysmal body.
He’s delighted to see that the front of your body is as voluptuous as the back of your body. Sukuna was never one for delicate women anyway.
But that isn’t it.
When you turned to glare at him for his crude comment, he could practically see the waves of cursed energy rolling off you and distorting the air. He sits up a little in his throne- just what were you?
He’d find out soon enough even if he had to cut you open and dissect you to peer into that soul of yours.