[rewriting] 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ; yuji itadori

I. the devil's vessel

"Thank you... It made me genuinely happy when you chose me of all people." Her calloused-hands softly caressed his cheeks, brown hair blowing in the cold wind. "It was an honor, Yuji Itadori."

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The first thing he could register was an unbearable weight slowly being set down on him. The pain spread throughout his entire body, slowly fading. It took him a moment to realize that the weight he felt was just him coming to his senses.

Yuji Itadori groggily opened his eyes, which had to adjust to the candle-lit lanterns around him. He opened his mouth and let out a noise of confusion, also wincing because of the pain from his chin.

"Good morning," a nonchalant voice greeted.

The boy slowly lifted up his head and while his eyes began to focus, he saw a blindfolded man simply smiling across from him. He had white hair, something you commonly wouldn't see. Though, he couldn't say anything because his hair was mostly pink, and hers was a pale shade of green.

"Huh?" Itadori croaked.

The unknown man stayed unmoving, "So which one of the two are you right now?"

"Hey wait... aren't you...?" Itadori blinked, finally finding the fuzzy figure familiar.

"Gojo Satoru," the man introduced himself, "I'm the head of the first years at Jujutsu Tech."

"Jujutsu," itadori recalled. The word was a wake-up call for him. "Fushiguro...! Where is he- huh?"

While he tried jumping forward, Itadori felt a harsh tug on his wrists. He whipped his back to see the ropes that bound him to his seat.

"What the hell is this?" Itadori worriedly asked.

Everything he could remember came in bits and pieces. He remembered a certain black-haired boy, breaking through a window, fading dogs, a large monster, being up in the air, and a finger.

"I wouldn't be worrying about others right now, Yuji Itadori." Gojo held his hand up, "You see, it has been decided that you are to be secretly executed."