ִׄ𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄ִׄ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄ִׄ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪
"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"I'm the strongest, that's what I'm talking about."
"Okay? Thanks for the information, I guess?"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅...
Once there was a girl named Y/n, who wasn't exactly rolling in cash. In fact, her bank account often looked like it was practicing social distancing from money. But Y/n had a dream: she wanted to be a painter, and not just any painter.
She wanted to paint masterpieces that would make even Van Gogh want to cut off his other ear in awe. However, Y/n had another passion that consumed a large chunk of her time: she was a Jujutsu Kaisen addict.
Y/n's obsession with Jujutsu Kaisen was legendary among her friends and family. Her room was a shrine to her favorite anime. Posters of Gojo Satoru adorned her walls, her shelves were crammed with manga volumes, and her phone wallpaper was a rotating gallery of her favorite characters. She even had a small plushie of Yuji Itadori that she carried around for good luck.
Her wardrobe was a mix of paint-stained overalls and Jujutsu Kaisen merch, and her conversations often veered off into passionate debates about cursed techniques and sorcerer rankings.
Every weekend, she religiously rewatched episodes, dissected manga chapters, and engaged in online forums, discussing theories and sharing fan art. Her art style was heavily influenced by the dynamic, high-energy aesthetic of the series, and her sketches were often mistaken for official fan art.
Unfortunately, her employer didn't quite share her enthusiasm for cursed techniques and sorcerers.
Y/n's alarm blared, pulling her from a dream where she was battling curses alongside Yuji and Gojo. She groaned and reached out, blindly swiping at her phone to silence the noise. After a few failed attempts, she finally managed to hit the snooze button and let out a deep sigh.
"Morning already?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. As she sat up, her gaze fell on the life-sized Gojo Satoru standee that stood proudly in the corner of her room.
"Good morning, Gojo-sensei," she said, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Ready to face another day of boring, non-Jujutsu work?"
The standee, of course, remained silent, but Y/n imagined Gojo's signature smirk and carefree attitude. She smiled at the standee like a maiden in love.
"I know, I know," she continued, throwing off her blankets. "I should probably get up and make some coffee before I fall back asleep. Can't fight curses on an empty stomach, right?"
Y/n shuffled to the bathroom, glancing at herself in the mirror. "Wow, I look like I just fought a special grade curse. Bedhead level: Sukuna."
She quickly turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. As steam filled the bathroom, she stepped in, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of sleep. The shower helped clear her mind and wake her up fully.
As she reached for her shampoo, she caught sight of the Gojo-themed shower curtain she had impulsively bought online. It always made her smile.
"Even in the shower, you're here to protect me, huh, Gojo?" she chuckled, lathering her hair.
After rinsing off, she stepped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, feeling much more awake and refreshed. She brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face, the cold contrast waking her up even more.
"Okay, time to get dressed," she said to herself, heading back to her room. She opened her closet and was greeted by a mix of paint-stained overalls and Jujutsu Kaisen merch. With a sigh, she decided to go for a more aesthetic outfit that would still be practical for her painting.
She picked out a pair of vintage high-waisted jeans and a loose, off-white blouse with delicate embroidery. She added a simple brown belt and a pair of comfortable, well-worn sneakers. To complete the look, she grabbed a light, oversized cardigan that she could easily roll up when painting.
"Looking good, Y/n," she said, striking poses in front of the mirror. "Gojo would be proud. Or at least amused." She blew a flying kiss towards the Gojo standee and went downstairs.
Y/n sat down at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone. As she finished her coffee, she glanced at the clock and realized she needed to leave soon. She grabbed her bag, stuffed her sketchbook and a few pencils inside, and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned back to the Gojo standee one last time.
"Wish me luck, Gojo. Maybe today will be the day I finally get some recognition for my art."
Just as the door clicked shut, the Gojo Satoru standee in her room began to shimmer. Slowly, it started to move, the printed image morphing into a more lifelike figure. The standee straightened up and stretched, a wide grin spreading across its face.
"Well, this is a surprise," the standee-turned-real Gojo said, glancing around the room. "I thought I'd be stuck in that pose forever."
He looked towards the closed door and smirked. "Well~ I'll be rooting for you, Y/n~"
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