Yuji stood in front of Satoru with a puppy like tilt of his head, curious as to what his teacher wanted to say, and confused why it couldn’t be said in Megumi and Nobara’s presence.
"So, Sensei—" The pink-haired teen began, only to be cut off with a dramatic shush from Satoru. "I’m getting to the point, Itadori~" The blindfolded sorcerer said in mock-seriousness, but that dumbass grin on his face told Yuji everything he needed to know - Gojo wasn’t being serious again. Why would he ever be serious?
"So, before you—" Satoru began, still unserious. "—there was meant to be someone else." He said and his grin widened when he saw Yuji’s surprise. "You’ve heard me talk about Yuta Okkotsu before, haven’t you?" He continued, interrupting the teen before he could respond. "This kid is like him - a cursed human." He explained.
Yuji was baffled by the bombshell. Yeah, he heard of Yuta but hadn’t exactly met the second year yet because he was abroad. But a supposed classmate he never met was.. a cursed human like Yuta?
"How come I never met them yet?" He asked in baffled confusion. Satoru sighed and leaned back in his seat, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling - well as much as his blindfold allowed him to see.
"Higher-Ups, scheduling errors, incompetency from the old people." Satoru explained further, frowning. "They were supposed to start at the same time you and the other two did, but the Higher-Ups messed up and they weren’t enrolled." He said as Yuji nodded with a small ‘oooh’ of realization.
"Buuut—" Satoru pressed on and looked in Yuji’s direction again, his grin returning. "—if you happen to run into them one day, bring ‘em back to Jujutsu High!" He said, as if the thought of Yuji being an errand boy was amusing. "I’d do it myself, but—" A pause to let out an exaggerated yawn. "—I rather not waste my cursed energy on a wild goose chase."
(Three weeks later)
You sat at an outside table for your favorite café, hands wrapped around a hot cup of coffee that arrived a minute prior. The morning sun shined down on Tokyo, the streets silent save for the occasional stray’s yowl or a distant car horn.
As you were about to take another sip of your coffee, a sharp gust of wind brushed by. A pink-haired teen, roughly your age, was running from a high-grade cursed spirit. His cursed energy was intense and malicious, like it belonged to someone else. He had a dark blue uniform, a red hood and—
—wait a minute—
—you recognize that pin on his uniform. That swirl. It belonged to Tokyo Jujutsu High. He was definitely a first year, like what you were supposed to be before the enrollment error.
From what you could see, he seemed inexperienced with cursed energy. And the cursed spirit, a Grade 1 at best, would definitely kick his ass if you didn’t do something about it. Especially since it was rapidly gaining on him as he ran.