"From enemies to lovers."
Y/n. She was born for someone, her bestfriend's older brother... who had a huge hatred towards her and her bestfriend itadori.
Y/n is nobara kugisaki's sister. Will she ever find out soon who she belongs to? That unknown ma...
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Third Person Pov
It had been days, and tensions ran high. Everyone had been huddled together, hashing out strategies with Master Tengen about the barriers, Kenjaku's domain, and getting the one and only Gojo Satoru back. It felt like a desperate race against time.
But in all the chaos, y/n had been also missing. Almost a week had gone by without a whisper or a trace of her. Unbeknownst to them, the last face she'd seen was Kenjaku's, and then just like that, she was gone—taken away.
Yuji's voice broke through the heavy silence around the small, cluttered table. "The last thing we saw was Sukuna taking over her body. I've been trying to chase them down, but Sukuna was moving way too far." His brows furrowed, worry etched across his face as the weight of their situation pressed down on all of them.
Miwa leaned in, concern bubbling in her voice. "Momo, you were tracking her, right? Did you find any traces?"
Momo shook her head, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior. "No. She's gone too far into the depths."
"This is all just too strange. I can't shake the feeling that Kenjaku is behind y/n's disappearance," Maki added, her face as hard as stone but her voice brimming with agitation. "This has to be some twisted obsession of his."
Yuta nodded, chiming in tentatively, "I kind of agree with Maki-san on this one."
Their attention shifted to Choso, slumped quietly in the corner, his expression unreadable as always. Choso had been already moving on and accepting at the possible fact that he already has nothing to do with y/n. Just nothing. He started believing that the memories that appeared was all false.
But still, Inside, he was a whirlwind of anxiety. He still cared deeply for this kid, Y/N, his little brother's bestfriend, and the gnawing worry threatened to engulf him. Though his lips remained sealed, his mind raced through painful possibilities.
Everyone—students from both Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto—felt the weight of y/n's one-week absence. It wasn't just about her safety; it was the looming threat of either Sukuna or Kenjaku that gnawed at their minds.
Choso's face hardened. He was ready to confront Kenjaku, convinced that the answers they sought were tangled up in that twisted mind. He insisted on going in alone first, to tease out any hidden techniques Kenjaku might have up his sleeve and confront him about y/n—was she truly lost, or was it all a trap? Yuki stood by him to help, ready to back him up in this dangerous game.
Megumi summoned his shikigami, sending his dog out to hunt for y/n's scent. He watched as it prowled the surroundings, desperately wishing it could sniff her out. Meanwhile, Momo soared through the sky on her broom, scanning the earth below for any signs of her. But all to no avail.
