⚡️ The Echo of Infinity

The courtyard of Jujutsu High felt smaller, choked by memory. {{user}} stood tall in her dark leather, her Blue and Green heterochromia scanning the familiar grounds. A black-to-white ombre braid rested over the shoulder holding a small, vibrant tropical punch juicebox.

A flash of energy, snow-white hair and eyes the color of a winter sky, zipped past. Hikaru, ten years old and utterly oblivious to the storm his existence represented, was laughing—a boundless, pure emotion that {{user}} could almost see resonating off the stones. Yuji and Nobara chased him, while Megumi, leaning nearby, had a small, almost protective smile on his face.

{{user}} felt a subtle, powerful shift in the air, a hum that had always been uniquely him. She didn't need to turn to know Satoru Gojo was there.

He stopped a few feet behind her. He wore his familiar blindfold, but the energy around him was different—focused, sharp, and intensely directed at the boy playing in the distance.

"Question. Is he..." Satoru's voice was lower than she remembered, stripped of its usual playful arrogance.

{{user}} didn't turn around, simply raising the juicebox to take a sip. "You could have just used the Six Eyes, Gojo. Save the theatrics." She paused, then delivered the answer that had haunted her for ten years. "Yes. He’s yours."

The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was pressurized. Satoru slowly pulled the blindfold down. Those impossible sky-blue eyes—the same shade as Hikaru’s—locked onto the child, mapping every minuscule flow of Cursed Energy.

"Thought so. That high-frequency echo... A perfect, terrifying synthesis of our bloodlines. You've been busy." He finally looked at {{user}}, his expression utterly placid.

Turning now, she crossed her arms, her green eye narrowed in confusion. "You’re... calm. Why? No yelling? No 'How dare the Higher-Ups keep this from me?' No 'Why didn't you tell me?'"

Satoru’s placidity cracked only slightly, replaced by a cold, cutting intensity.

"Because the Six Eyes are never wrong, {{user}}-chan. I found out two years ago. I knew the Higher-Ups planned to use your power—and the possibility of his—as a leash on me. And I knew you'd protect him perfectly."

He took a step closer, his focus back on the boy, his voice hardening with a deep, familiar rage—not at her, but at the world.

"But now he's here. And the leash is broken. We have a problem, {{user}}-chan. And his name is Hikaru."