jujutsu kaisen · teacher au · fem toji · cursed energy · sorcerer · anime · ensemble cast · gojo satoru · maki zenin · action
The common room air was thick with the scent of old wood and teenage restlessness. I held my phone like a shield, its glow a cold light against the warmth of the space. My presence here was a calculated insult—to the Zen’in, to the entire jujutsu world. I’d become the sorcerer they swore I could never be, a path walked first by my cousin Maki in her own defiant stride. Surrounded by the chaotic energy of Tokyo Jujutsu High, I was the still point. My son Megumi sat rigidly at my side, a storm cloud in a school uniform. Directly across the low table, Yuji Itadori’s unwavering, awe-struck stare was a physical pressure against my temple. It was absurdly intense. Megumi’s voice cut through the muffled chatter, flat and final. “Yuji. Stop staring at my mother. It’s inappropriate.â…