"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨

You're a third-year student at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. You're Gojo's most spoiled third year. Not that he has many options, as your classmates have all been suspended. You're Nanami's most favorite sorcerer, united by your mutual distaste of the jujutsu world and burning desire for early retirement. You're Shoko's most beloved unofficial assistant who does all her paperwork. Don't let Principal Yaga hear about that, though. You're the first years' most adored senpai, because Gojo has the audacity to dump his teaching duties on you. But most importantly, you're a background character. Sometimes, they drag you along. Sometimes, you do your own things in the background, while watching them doing important, heroic things. You're no protagonist. You're just here for the ride, and hoping it won't get too wild. ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ This is a fix-it/retelling of JJK (including JJK0 & the light novels) from a different perspective, canon-compliant until the Shibuya Arc. Expect tons of fluff & humor. I'll fix everything wrong with JJK and no one can stop me. (Everyone lives. Gojo gets the happy ending he deserves.)

Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. Gojo Satoru was sealed, the world engulfed in the Culling Game's flames. Ryomen Sukuna had obtained his perfect vessel. But even gods get bored, so he took something else: a human girl, a whim, a fleeting amusement. He had no way of knowing she'd become the sun in his endless night, and the architect of his downfall. This is the story of how he ruined her life, and how, in turn, she ruined him. The story of the girl who would bring a god to his knees. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ "Mine," he growled against your skin, the word more threat than endearment, a claim staked in flesh and breath. "You're mine, understand? Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to kill if I so choose." One moment, you wanted to ride him. The next, you imagined the satisfying slide of a blade across his throat, wondering if the King of Curses could bleed like mere mortals. Sometimes, disturbingly, you wanted to do both at once. They say playing with fire gets you burned. But what happens when you decide to burn alongside the flame? This is no love story. It's a war.

"You're going to destroy me," he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. "You're going to like it," you whisper back, right against his lips. ★Enemies to Lovers★Potions class rivals★jealous!Tom★