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Your name is Sakia Komatsu, born February 5th 1991 in Ibaraki Prefecture, and you came from a prominent family of Jujutsu Sorcerers. Most people considered you to be a lot to handle. Even your family’s maids couldn’t deal with your constant bouncing off the walls, so at the tender age of three the elders figured it was time enough to start your lessons relating to the family technique in the hopes of channeling some of that energy into productivity for when your powers manifested. When they did, the elders sang praises and showered your parents with gifts and a bigger house. Another sorcerer who inherited Fan Dance? What a time to be alive! You didn’t get to see many of the presents; you also didn’t really care for the attention either. You just wanted to be left to your own hobbies. Sure, you did eventually become more interested in ballet than the traditional Kabuki dance that aligned with your inheritance, but your powers grew, and it only seemed to benefit your technique. When you became of-age for school, you mostly kept to yourself. Yes, you had some friends, but you were also bullied for being “other,” too weird and clumsy. You didn’t understand why you sometimes had trouble communicating, and it affected your interactions with others when you had a meltdown from being overstimulated. Your family brushed it off as having tantrums, a spoiled child whose inheritance of the family technique had gone to her head. This, of course, didn’t stop them from seizing control over your entire life. The added pressure caused you to act out more, and the cycle continued.
The summer after your fifteenth birthday led to your enrollment in Jujutsu High. You were nervous and excited to start at a new school, and very much ready for a fresh start. There you met another, someone just like you. Someone who was just as too-much for his prominent family. His name was Satoru Gojo, the darling prodigy of the Gojo clan. You were in awe of how he charmed his way through life without a care for how others thought of him, other than playfully agreeing that yes, he was the best. He even had a boyfriend! There must be hope for you yet if Suguru Geto was able to handle someone like the two of you. You quickly became friends with the two boys that first year, even when they were a grade ahead of you. On occasion you still hung out with your fellow first years, Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara, but you spent most of your time with the second years. You and Satoru could bounce off each other for hours chattering incessantly or sit next to each other without needing to speak at all. You never saw him have a meltdown, but he and Suguru gently helped you work through yours. They were both there to hold you with a strong yet gentle presence when the world became too much for you to handle. Ieri Shoko, another second-year, would tease you about the time you spent with the boys in a way you could understand was her way of relating and she made sure that you could pick up on. She came from a family with actual medical knowledge, and she told you that what you were and Satoru were experiencing was called autism. You never felt so accepted before in your life and you didn’t want this to end. Who cares if you had to risk your lives to fight curses! You found people who didn’t care that you were different. They accepted you, just as you are.
Eventually your perfect little world started to crumble after your boys were sent on a mission that changed everything. You did your best to pick up the pieces of two broken men who couldn’t protect a girl your age, Riko Amanai. Back then you didn’t pry for too many details, but she was something called a Star Plasma Vessel, and she was supposed to merge with the school guardian, Tengen. They were sent to protect her, because who else could do it but the two best students in the school? The mission didn’t go as they expected and had ended disastrously. Satoru, who had almost been killed on the mission, came back emotionally catatonic and you rushed to them as soon as you heard what happened. There wasn’t much you could do but sit with them and hold their hands, their towering frames enveloping you and the three of you sat for hours in silence. After that day, the fallout left too many pieces for you to put back together, and Suguru started slipping away from Satoru and you. Only the two of you noticed the changes in him, but since Satoru had finally mastered Hollow Purple and Reverse Cursed Technique he was sent out on missions by himself. He couldn’t be there for Suguru, and Suguru wouldn’t respond to your attempts to help.
To make matters worse, Haibara was killed during your own mission. The three of you first years were in over your head, and it led to the first casualty you had ever seen. He was the light of your group, and Nanami beat himself up with guilt afterwards. You closed in on yourself, ashamed that you were too distracted with Satoru and Suguru that you allowed another crack in your already shrinking world.
You had tried your best, but it wasn’t enough. The last straw for Suguru led to him slaughtering a village, officially putting a target on his head. When Yaga broke the news to Satoru and you, you couldn’t believe him. You crumpled to the floor, eyes wide as Satoru demanded to know if he was lying. He wasn’t. Actions had consequences, and Suguru was now just another curse user as far as the higher-ups had been concerned.
Your days weren’t the same with Suguru gone. You couldn’t face him after what he had done, there were too many raw emotions but you knew Satoru still saw him from time-to-time. You still cared for him, but by the gods did it hurt. The following months saw you crying yourself to sleep every night. You were able to function well enough during the day, but nights by yourself were a different story. Time moved on though, and the hurt dulled to an ache. You rejoined the school, but this time as a teacher for the second years, and things got better for you. Ten years had passed and Suguru couldn’t let it be though, and eventually your lost friend challenged the world along with the school. You couldn’t stand idly by anymore, you had to protect those kids, you couldn’t just let them get hurt. He pushed too far, and forced a final standoff where he met his end by a first year named Yuta Okkotsu.
Suguru’s death affected you more than you thought it would. Failure after failure weighed heavy on your heart. You couldn’t save anyone, you failed everyone. How could you and Satoru face a world with no sun? He didn’t look as broken as you felt, only did he collapse fully when it was just the two of you. Otherwise, he masked acceptance of Suguru’s death, and would change the subject any time you tried bringing it up if there were others around. As time wore on that ache in your chest lessened, picking yourself up and forcing that feeling into a resolution to protect as many friends as you could. You may have failed before, but you wouldn’t let it happen again.
The following school year saw three first years enrolled, Yuji Itatori who sacrificed his body to become Sukuna’s vessel, Megumi Fushiguro, someone Satoru had all but legally adopted since that fateful day years ago and grew up in his and your care, and Nobara Kugisaki, a decisive young girl whose tenacity kept up with the growth of her cohorts. You and Satoru hoped for the best for them, and fiercely protected their right to be kids. Putting on a brave face was something you acquired over the years of being alone, and you would make sure to be there for them if need be.
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Presently you were relaxing in a gorgeous hotel bathtub, playing an older Kirby game on your Switch after a successful mission. You were still salty that they sent you out to work on Halloween, your favorite holiday, that you resolved to not answer the phone if anyone called. Being that it was bum-fuck o’clock in the morning as well, you didn’t expect anyone to even be awake.
When you were getting out of the tub, your phone rang. Checking the caller ID, you see Ieri’s name pop up. Damn, you couldn’t get out of not answering her. You threw on a towel. “Ieeeeeriiiii, what are you doing up so early?”
You knew she hadn’t gone to bed yet by the raspy tone in her voice, “There’s been an incident. You might want to sit down for this....”
Your heart leapt into your throat. Please let the kids be alright, please let them be okay. “Ugh of course they’d have you call knowing I had no choice but to pick up,” you sat on the edge of the tub, nervously bouncing your leg. “Okay, I’m sitting. What’s up?”
You heard the phone being handed off to someone, assuming it would be Principal Yaga since you were already hooked into the call. “There was a mass incident in Shibuya that we are just wrapping up." Yep, it was Yaga. Fuck, you hoped those kids weren’t hurt. He hesitated to continue, knowing that you don’t always take bad news well.
“Just... just spit it out. Please, Yaga.” You took a deep breath, preparing for the worst. “I promise, I can handle it.”
He still sighed before continuing, “We’re still counting the bodies but the short of it is that Satoru has been sealed in a Special Grade cursed object called Prison Realm.” Fuck, that was really REALLY bad.
You nervously try to laugh, it doesn’t come out confidently. “That dumbass, how could he have let himself get caught? Who could have captured THE Great Satoru Gojo?” hopefully your voice didn’t give away the rising anxiety you felt.
“Komatsu, quit playing around. This is serious. We are still determining the casualties but... I’m sorry, Nanami was killed in action.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were the last of your class, then. Feeling sick, you lean forward. You close your eyes and try to breathe deeply. He named several others you knew but the ringing in your ears was too loud for you to pay attention, and when he was done he gave you a few minutes to collect yourself.
Your next words came out as a whisper, “Please... are- are the kids okay? Itadori, Megumi, and Kugisaki?”
Yaga took his time to consider his response, if he needed anything from you, he had to be careful in what he revealed. “Yes, Fushiguro and Itadori are fine. I won’t lie to you, Kugisaki is in critical condition and it’s not looking good, but I need you to focus.” another hesitation. “There is an unknown curse user, the one who sealed Satoru, he has started a death-game, and I need you to go and check it out. This will affect non-sorcerers and sorcerers in the playing field and I need your expertise to keep tabs on the situation until we are able to send reinforcements in. We also don’t know what any of the rules are so there’s a good chance that civilians may need your help.”
“I’ll do it,” you don’t even hesitate, despite the feeling that he was holding some key piece of information back from you. “For the kids, and for Satoru. Thank you for letting me know, Yaga, even though you’re a jerk for roping Ieri into calling me.”
“Listen, Komatsu, this isn’t the time to goof off. Due to Gojo being sealed headquarters will no doubt use this as an opportunity to put a sentence on my head for this, and reinstate Itadori’s execution. I need you to act quickly as you were one of the only sorcerers away from here that I can trust to get this done. Our primary objectives are to unseal Gojo and stop what’s going on, so I need you to act quickly.”
“Yes, sir; I’m sorry, sir.” You hold your breath for a few seconds, considering several different courses of action. “I’ll pretend this conversation didn’t happen, like Ieri just called to make sure that I was safe after my mission. I’ll head out in the morning, if I can get any sleep.” You couldn’t afford to let yourself mourn Nanami right now, not with the future so up-in-the-air. You silently apologize to him, and hope he’s finally at peace.
“Good. Thanks, kid.” Yaga gave you more information, and finally gave Ieri her phone back. The two of you talked for a little longer as you packed up what belongings you brought with you, then you decided to get some sleep. Exhaustion hit you like a train, and you quickly started to dream.