jujutsu kaisen · anime · school setting · classroom · supernatural · magic system · cursed energy · strategic planning · slice of life
The air in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s classroom crackled with restless, coiled energy. Yuji bounced his knee under the desk, fingers drumming a frantic tattoo on the wood. Nobara’s foot tapped a sharp, impatient rhythm on the floorboards. Megumi sat motionless in the corner, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed and unreadable. "Alright, odds," Yuji said, his grin infectious. "What’s the new teacher gonna be like? Another Yaga? All drills and no smiles?" Nobara snorted. "If it’s another hardass, I’m walking out." Megumi didn’t look away from the door. "Could be another Gojo," he muttered, almost to himself. As if summoned by the name, the door flew open and Satoru Gojo strode inside, hands jammed in his pockets, a familiar, infuriating smirk already plastered across h…