Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

Yuuji's Revival

Normal POV

In the real world, on the other side, Gojo confides in Kiyotaka Ijichi about a recurring dream that's been haunting him.

"The higher-ups are nothing but the scum of the jujutsu world," Gojo begins, his voice tinged with frustration.

Despite his role as a teacher, he knows deep down that his talents could be better utilized elsewhere. "I'm not cut out for teaching," he admits, his gaze distant yet resolute.

If he ever hopes to rebuild the shattered foundation of the jujutsu world, Gojo understands the importance of forging strong alliances.

He sees potential in every student, envisioning them as formidable jujutsu sorcerers in the making.

Among them, he singles out Hakari and Okkotsu, the upperclassmen, as particularly promising.

Inari's POV

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces through my head, jolting me awake. I wince, feeling as though I've been flattened by a truck.

As I struggle to regain my bearings, I find myself surrounded by concerned faces-my second and first-year students.

"You look like you've seen a ghost! Are you alright?" Panda's voice cuts through the haze of pain, genuine worry etched on his furry face.

"My head... it feels like there's a knife lodged in it." Groaning, I gingerly touch my throbbing temple. "What happened to you?" Fushiguro inquires, his expression grave with concern.

I hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to divulge the truth about Sukuna and Yuuji to the students.

But for now, I decide to keep my secrets close, resolving to address the matter after I've dealt with the immediate aftermath.

"I don't know," I murmured, and the others exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to say. Kugisaki wrapped her arms around me, whining, "Inariii-Chaannn!!"

"Ugh!" I groaned softly, patting her back. "I'm fine... I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Maki asked as I pushed myself upright.

"Yeah," I replied, offering Fushiguro a smile. "What, you wanna go?!" His expression darkened with suspicion. I couldn't resist grinning as I leaned in to kiss his cheeks.

"Changed my mind. I'm gonna join the exchange event," I announced, catching him off guard. "Why the sudden change?" he asked, clearly puzzled.

"No idea. But catch you later! I gotta go." With that, I stumbled out of the dorm, still feeling a bit disoriented.

Bursting into the hospital room, I swung the door open, drawing everyone's attention. Ignoring any potential interruptions, I was laser-focused on seeing Itadori still laying dead.

"Inari? What's wrong?" Gojo and Ieiri Shoko were inside. "How's he doing?" With no time for explanations, I blurted out.

"Are you half asleep?" Gojo's frown deepened.

"What, Inari... you wanna pitch in too?" Ieiri asked, slipping on her gloves.

"What are you even saying?!! No! He's my lover for fuck's sake!!" I exclaimed, frustration bubbling up, and she merely shrugged in response.

'He's not awake yet!?'

I gazed at Itadori, confusion and concern swirling within me.

"Inari, what's wrong?" Gojo's voice cut through my bewildered expression.

"No, nothing..." I muttered, running a hand through my disheveled hair. Despite my attempts to brush it off, memories of visiting Sukuna's domain and finding Itadori there flooded my mind.