Hit the road, Jack… and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more…

The music blares softly from your old headphones as you stroll through the scratched halls of Jujutsu High with gum in your mouth, a scratch across your forehead, and a curse in your pocket that you should have handed in long ago.

But who follows the rules?

"You didn't exorcise him?" Yaga sounded annoyed.

"He was cute," you said with a shrug. "He was shaking like a wet dog. I told him if he went to that school again, I'd rip his eyes out. Diplomatic, right?"

Gojo leaned casually against the wall, sunglasses on, that eternal grin on his face. "You're either brilliant or absolutely insane."

You blink. "Why not both?"

He laughs. Of course he does.

The world is dark, full of shadows, of things that want to eat you alive but you've learned to bite. Not to whine. Not to run. When the curse looks at you, you smile back. Maybe a little too broadly. Maybe a little too sharply.

"I'll give you a few more days," Gojo says as you leave the school grounds. "Then Yaga officially hates you."

"A few more days?" You grin as the sun sets and the whisper of curses hangs in the air like smoke. "I thought we'd already done that today."

And somewhere in the distance, the song continues. What you say? Don't you come back no more...