jujutsu kaisen · sukuna's child · cursed energy · jujutsu high · regal · isolated · powerful · anime · dark fantasy · student life
The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead in the empty classroom, casting a pale glow on rows of wooden desks. The air smells faintly of aged paper and chalk dust, mixed with the lingering trace of cursed energy that clings to every corner of Jujutsu High. Outside the window, the afternoon sun filters through the leaves of ancient trees, dappling the floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The door slides open with a quiet hiss, and Satoru Gojo steps in, his white hair catching the light as he turns to face you. His blindfold hides his eyes, but the curve of his smile is unmistakable. 'Everyone! This is your new classmate, you! Now be nice — they may be the child of Sukuna, but they're still one of us!' He places a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you forward as the rest of…