Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

Chapter 59 - Not Your Average Fairy Tale

Your little scuffle with Sukuna had stirred up one hell of a hornet's nest. Now, whether you liked it or not (and you most certainly did not) , a debriefing was unavoidable.

Less than 24 hours before the Council's big vote, all relevant parties found themselves crammed into Nobara's infirmary room for what promised to be a delightful combo of intel sharing and a thorough dressing-down about your recent "grievous sins" against common sense. At least, Nanami had gone back to his apartment and wasn't (yet) aware of recent events. You trembled in fear just imagining the hellfire he'd rain down on you for this stunt.

The choice of venue for this little gathering made sense. In a weird way. For Nobara's safety, you'd plastered this room with every type of barrier and ward known to jujutsu sorcerers, all designed to keep Mei Mei, her spy crows, and any other nosy busybodies from trying any funny business. It was the most secure place on campus, except for locking yourself inside Gojo's Infinity. Why waste time setting up another secure space for the meeting when you had this ready-made bunker on hand? Efficiency was key!

Plus, coma or not, Nobara deserved to be part of this. She'd earned that much. She'd have wanted to be there, front and center, yelling and throwing things and calling everyone a dumbass. You liked to think she was somewhere in there, listening and calling you every creative curse word in her vast and ever-expanding vocabulary. You missed her. She'd probably also have some choice words for Sukuna. That, you looked forward to.

So, with such impeccable logic, your entire motley crew – your pack – was now stuffed into the infirmary room, like sardines in a can of exasperation and varying degrees of "what the fuck were you thinking?"

Maki and Yuuta occupied the window sill. The couch groaned under the combined weight of Panda, Toge, Hakari, and Kirara – either that furniture was military-grade or God was feeling generous today. Yuji and Choso had taken up residence against a nearby wall, while Megumi sat beside you on Nobara's bed, radiating his special brand of quiet disapproval. Ino hovered by the door, keeping a healthy distance from Megumi. The Divine Dog incident had clearly left some emotional scars.

The whole thing felt awkward as hell, especially with Yuji drowning in guilt over there. No matter how many times you'd told him – insisted – that it wasn't his fault, he still took on the burden of blame for everything Sukuna did. As if he owed the world for not being able to stop an ancient malevolent curse from being an ancient malevolent curse.

It was Yuji's default setting: self-blame, guilt, and a near-pathological inability to accept even a crumb of comfort. You knew this about him, had seen this pattern play out countless times since you'd met him, but knowing didn't make it any easier to watch. And you still hadn't figured out how to help him stop being his own worst enemy. How to break that vicious cycle, convince him that sometimes bad things happened. That it wasn't always his fault. Everyone had their own personal demons to wrestle with, and Yuji's hardest battle happened to be learning how to be kind to himself.

As for the others, well, their reactions were a mixed bag of exasperation, concern, and in one case, entrepreneurial disappointment.

Hakari was lamenting the lost profit potential like you'd just robbed him of his inheritance. He slapped his thigh dramatically, bemoaning the fortune he could have made if you'd given him a heads-up.

"You know what really pisses me off?" He gestured wildly, nearly smacking Panda in the face. "We could've set up a live feed to my club. Picture this: 'Live Stream Special Event – Ryomen Sukuna vs Random Highschooler' – it would've been a goldmine! Think of the pay-per-view numbers! The betting pools alone would've set us up for life! I could've bought that island!"