Cursed Bloodlines: Y/N's Legacy [ Season 1 ]

Episode II: Silence Before the Tempest

Age: 16

Year: 2021

The warmth and comfort of my dorm bed enveloped me like a cocoon, making me reluctant to face the day. I lay snugly, indulging in the blissful tranquility, wanting to spend my entire life in that cozy haven.

Just as I drifted off into daydreaming, a sudden knock at the door shattered my peace. "Knock, knock, knock." Gojo Satoru's deep voice echoed through the door, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Get up, Y/N. I know you're awake. I can sense your curse energy," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

I groaned inwardly, hesitant to leave my bed. With a frown engraved on my face, I bid farewell to my haven and crawled to the door.

As I opened it, Gojo stood before me, his signature blindfold and bright smile a stark contrast to my morning grumpiness. He held out fluffy cotton candy, and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Two days, Y/N," he said softly, his voice tinged with concern. "You've been unconscious since the mission."

My eyes snapped to his, shock and alarm written across my face. "Fushiguro! Where is he? Is he okay?" I asked urgently, my heart racing with worry.

Gojo's expression turned reassuring. "Yeah, he's fine, just some injuries."

I exhaled a sigh of relief, my thoughts racing to the next concern. "And that boy with pink hair... Itadori Yuji," I continued, my brow furrowed.

"What about his execution? Did Sukuna take control again?"

Gojo's calm behavior relieved my frazzled nerves. "The execution's been postponed. Sukuna didn't take control, but Yuji did go to say goodbye to his friends."

My curiosity arose. "Why?" I asked, confusion engraved on my face.

Gojo's smile grew, indicating a hidden significance. "Because, from today, he'll be a first-year student at Jujutsu High."

My eyes widened in wonder, the news dropping like a bombshell.

"What?!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the dorm.

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The sun cast its warm glow over the high school's playground, bathing the lush green grass and vibrant flowers in radiant light. The serene atmosphere was a poignant contrast to the dreadful tension that lingered within us.

Birds chirped melodiously, their sweet trills intertwining with the soft rustle of leaves. The gentle symphony filled the air, a soothing balm for our frazzled nerves.

Fushiguro and I stood beneath the shade of a majestic oak tree, its sprawling branches stretching above us like nature's protective umbrella. The dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves created a natural sanctuary.