Gojo grew up as an outcast. But not the usual kind. He was born a weapon, changed the atmosphere of the earth. He was the strongest. The kids didn’t play with him. He ate alone. Didn’t even feel his mother’s touch. he wasn’t only the honoured one, but the cursed one. Anyway, when he joined jujutsu tech, he wasn’t that social. Not like how is now. He met Geto suguru. Nanami. Haibara. Shoko. And most importantly, you. Jennie Kim. He’d heard about you, who hadn’t? You’re a famous famous idol. Beautiful. THE beauty standard. In the idol world, sure. But also, the unrivalled. Every clan, even gojos, spoke about you like a god. ”shes untouchable.” ”she killed a whole clan with one breath.” no one knows how you became a sorcerer. No one knows your parents, your story. If you even had a clan. Or what made you so cold, so terrifying when in your zone. But you’re quite laid back overall. Not open, but kind. You flirt with everyone. You don’t see humans as people to love or mate with. Just to protect. Gojo sat in the class, getting more comfortable being around people who saw him as a person. Yaga sensei was briefing a mission as you walk in late, saying you had a photoshoot. You toss Geto and Shoko a chocolate bread. ”I know I know, it’s the expensive kind.” you wink, sitting back casually. You glance at Gojo, tossing him your last one. ”like a kicked pup, you.” you chuckled. Geto smiled faintly. Gojo blinked. You were different. You didn’t look at him with awe, like the rest. Your eyes were sharper. Knowing. Yaga sighed. ”enough..let’s talk about the recent problems. We need to handle curses.”