𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 was isekai'd in the world
of Jujutsu Kaisen without realizing the
hearts she effortlessly caught and the
feelings she will corrupt.
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀...
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LONG story short, for the last week you weren't able to block Gojo... or any of the others for that matter, because no matter what they would always come back like that one cockroach you thought you killed with your slipper in the bathroom last night.
Sorry, went a bit specific there— the author has a major problem when it comes to insects crawling in their sink late at night.
Ugh.
Anyways, it wasn't that bad. Ieiri was the most laid back of the group and was pretty easy to talk to, Geto was proper but still had a bit of humor in him from hanging out with his classmates a lot (clearly), and Gojo...
You swear you got this shivers even mentioning him.
We don't talk about that mistake of a man.
An absolute menace you say, a menace.
But now that you were now in a pretty moderate to close contact with the three, you kinda had to accept the fact that there was no way you weren't going to be some kind of role to the storyline of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Maybe the one person who can see-curses-but-does-absolutely-nothing-about-them-while-also-coincidentally-being-an-acquaintance-with-three-jujutsu-sorcerers?
Yeah, that doesn't sound so bad.
I guess.
Well, as long as you and your family members don't get hurt in the process, you were fine with the outcome. Really, that was honestly the main reason why you didn't want to have any relations with sorcerers.
But here you were.
"Y/N! You're here!"
Meet your uncle, Gerald.
Oh, don't let his name fool you, he's 100% Japanese.
He was born from Japanese parents (at least, you think so) and was raised strictly in Japan. When you asked about his name to your grandparents, they just thought it would be funny if they had a child with an American name.
You didn't no whether or not you should laugh or feel bad, either way you were just glad you didn't have parents like him.
He's also adopted.
Moving on.
Uncle Gerald is a pretty chill guy and someone you hung out a bunch when your parents weren't around to take care of you, so you were used to his company.
"Mhm," you greeted, taking off your socks, "Sorry I was a bit late, I overslept."
He cocked a brow, "Overslept? That's not like you."
