"You don't seem very happy to see me. That greeting is not warm enough, kitten." "Really? Come here, let me set you on fire, then."

As legends say, humans blessed with divine eyes could see destiny in the form of threads. I was one of them- those with eyes that could see the fate of others, but not of myself. - in which a clan outcast was given to Ryomen Sukuna as a peace offering in the form of marriage.

"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ..." sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ. "ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ." ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ. ɪᴍʙᴜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ, ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ, "ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ." sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴘᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴘɪɴᴇ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ʙʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ- ʜɪs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ɪᴍᴘʀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs. "ᴡʜᴏ sᴀʏs ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ?" ••• ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢs #1 ɪɴ ᴊᴊᴋғᴀɴғɪᴄ #1 ɪɴ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ #1 ɪɴ ᴊᴊᴋ #2 ɪɴ ɢᴏᴊᴏ #1 ɪɴ ɢᴏᴊᴏsᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ #1 ɪɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ #7 in Fanfic

- in which an avid JJK fan got transmigrated to Jujutsu Kaisen. "I assume you saw our future, but can't tell us," Geto clarified. "Then, is there anything we can help you with?" Heaving a deep breath, I nodded. "But first, I have some requests." "Hm?" "I only have three. Number one, don't ask unnecessary questions about me. Number two, don't ever let me die-" "Don't you just hate it when someone ruins your plans?," a pouting Gojo interrupted. "And the third is?," an irritated Geto asked, trying his best to ignore the moron snickering behind him. Alright, well. "Don't fall for me." As if a group of crows flew right over our heads, the room suddenly fell silent. There was nothing more I wanted to do at that moment than hitting Gojo Satoru in the head for looking at me as if what I said was the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. The two simultaneously looked at each other and burst out laughing. What...? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?!

Saikyō || The Strongest, Book 2 "That girl you fell in love with," I started, feeling Satoru's attention immediately shift to me. "What was she like?" I could see his eyes visibly soften at the mention of his first love. "She's something even my infinity can't reach, not anymore... But I was willing to give half my life to die for her and the other half to live for her sake." I chuckled. "Sounds serious. Why do you keep insisting I resemble her?" He smiled wistfully. "Because you really do." ___ Cover art is not mine! Credits to the rightful owner.

Yulia Lim was a genius. Keyword: was When the perpetual dean's lister got entangled with an unlikely trio, she realized hard work could prove useless against talent. Now, if Yulia Lim was a genius, where would that put Elijah Xia?