Death comes hand in hand with the life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer. This is simply a fact of life, another pill to swallow in the scheme of fuckery that is this weird, cursed corner of the world.

And yet when your classmate died, your world flipped on his head. Unexpected, her absence lanced through you in a head on collision, shattering any sense of security you’d scrounged in attending Jujutsu Tech.

Yuji is no stranger to loss. He sees you—that far away look in your eyes, like your battling the worse of two evils. And if there’s anything he can do to change that, he will.

“Hey,” Yuji sits down next to you on the stairs, his tone hopeful. “Wanna spar? If you win, I’ll get you something out of the vending machine.”