The Only Butterflies Left Are the Ones in Your Chest
Anjelle
Summary:
Satoru Gojo and Kento Nanami get a call about some soon-to-be-born curses in need of exorcising. No big deal, right? Just a few special grades. They'll be done by dinner. Probably.
But there's something weird about a pair of special grade curses popping up in two remote locations across Japan on the same night.
OR:
Kakashi and Obito are curse spirits, Satoru and Yuuji are sorcerers, no one knows what's going on and everyone is just trying to deal.
Notes:
Oh boy here we are, my first foray into the JJK fandom. Have mercy please I'm new
Submission for the Nart-Art server event! Prompt: JJK crossover!
This fic is going to be pretty self-indulgent in that I'll be messing with the logic of both chakra/jutsu (as I do in all my Nart fics, let's be real) and the logic of curses and cursed techniques. Fair warning that I'll veer from canon pretty often. The first instance of this is going to be right at the start here - cursed wombs. In this fic, every cursed spirit is born from a cursed womb. For reasons. You'll see.
Also, since I'm new to the JJK fandom, especially to writing for it, I'm sure I'll get facts wrong and mess up with powers, and I'll probably make some characters OOC. And Gojo's probably nuked a bit? Because how does one write someone so OP?? It's like taking Obito's Kamui and then being like No. Quadruple it. So for any mistakes I make, I'm sorry! Forgive me! I can only give such a humble offering.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
It’s not every day that the great Satoru Gojo is summoned to Jujutsu High for a mission briefing. Usually, they just call him up, point him in a direction and feed him to the wolves. And that’s just swell. He works well like that. In fact, he’s at his best when he’s on his own and the less he has to hear from the Elders, the better it will be for all parties involved.
Ijichi is the one who made the call. Usually, the higher-ups will contact him directly when there’s urgent business to address, but it’s just as well. He welcomes the break from all their moaning and harping over every little thing and their repeating of “Gojo, you can’t do that,” like the broken records that they are. Not that he ever listens to them.
So fine, alright. He’d rather be briefed by Ijichi than those faded old hacks, anyway. He’s at the school in the flash, out in the hall, his Six Eyes warning him of Nanami’s presence before he enters. Hm. That’s odd. Satoru doesn’t work well with others—not that he doesn’t love some good, old-fashioned bonding time with Kento. But he works well alone. Regardless of who he’s partnered with, they only get in the way. Partners are more of a setback than an asset for the inheritor of the Six Eyes and Limitless and the higher-ups know this just as well as he does, so he solos most of his missions. But here Kento Nanami is, summoned at the same time as Satoru Gojo, and there’s something off about this whole thing. Curious.
Satoru kicks open the classroom door. No one is impressed.
“Yo, Nanamin!” he greets with the laid-back wave of his hand.
“Don’t you start.”
Satoru grins. Kento hates that nickname and it fills him with glee.
He gives Ijichi another little wave as he plops down at one of the desks and kicks up his legs, making himself nice and comfy. Briefings are never any fun. If he had a choice in the matter, there would be a lot less talking and a lot more exorcising so he could get back to the important things in life, like sampling the sweet buns from every shop in Tokyo or training Yuuji by kicking his ass. It’s very intense. And it’s hilarious.
