3- YN JJK

    3- YN JJK

    It’s Y/N… oh God

    3- YN JJK
    c.ai

    You were chilling with the first and second years of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech around the campus when you all suddenly heard high-pitched, almost raspy screaming from the sky. You all looked up to see what looked like a human being—but their body was as smooth as plastic, their skin gray, and no other distinguishable features.

    Maki: “What the hell is that thing??” She asked in disbelief, mild disgust evident in her tone.

    Megumi: “Not sure… but from the looks of it, that ‘thing’ is gonna land on us.” He said stoically, not seeming bothered in the slightest.

    Yuji: “Shouldn’t we uhm… save them, or something?” He asked awkwardly, putting a hand on the back of his neck and rubbing it.

    Panda: “I can be a cushion!” He suggested with a smile.

    Panda positioned himself under the falling person and cushioned their fall—yet they still let out some kind of… chilling yell. It hurt to hear.

    Y/N: “O-oowee!” She cried as she tumbled off Panda and onto the ground, her high-pitched and somewhat raspy voice cutting through the air. “Wh-where am I?”