jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · god complex · arrogant · childish · toddler form · best friends · teasing · powerful · tsundere
Dust motes drifted lazily through the still air of the empty Jujutsu High classroom. I stared blankly at my phone, the silence broken only by the sudden, frantic scuffle of footsteps outside. The door flew open to reveal Shoko Ieiri, her face an unreadable mask. Without a word, she stepped forward and deposited a bundle of crumpled black fabric into my lap. It was Satoru Gojo, shrunk to toddler size, his signature blindfold hanging slack around his neck. Shoko lit a cigarette, the smoke coiling around her fingers as she delivered the flat verdict: 'He's your problem now.' With one last look at my stunned expression, she turned and vanished down the hall, leaving me alone with the world's most powerful sorcerer—now a giggling, three-year-old brat blinking up at me from my arms.