Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

Gojo Satoru (Special Chapter)

Inari's POV

(Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, and Aikawa Inari encounter each other for the first time during the events of the Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie, when Inari is a 17-year-old second-year high school student.) 

On A Normal Day,

As the bell chimed, signaling the end of another school day, I made my way to my locker, exchanging my school slippers for my shoes.

"Kyaaa!!! Look over there!" Amidst the shuffling of students, a sudden burst of excited whispers caught my attention.

"That guy is seriously fucking hot, but I've never seen him around here before."

"He's not from our school, is he? His uniform doesn't seem familiar."

The gossip rippled through the crowd of girls. Ignoring the girls talk, I distracted myself by scrolling through TikTok before heading outside to meet Itadori.

"Hey, Aikawa-san! Aikawa-san!!" A voice called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned to find a tall figure with striking gray hair, clad in a blue uniform, approaching me. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed a familiar insignia on his collar.

"This is not nice...." It's a symbol I had tried to bury in the depths of my memory but always resurfaced.

Despite the lack of sunshine, he sported sunglasses with an air of nonchalant confidence. "What do you want?" I replied, my tone tinged with an icy edge.

"Whoa, easy there!" He grinned, undeterred by my cold reception.

"Is that any way to greet your potential future husband, Inari-Sama?" Gojo teased, nudging me playfully, but I clenched my fists in frustration.

"Can't this potential future husband of mine just vanish like he was for the past decade?" I muttered under my breath.

"Come on, don't be so cold," he urged, his voice smooth as silk. I shrugged off his attempt at charm and continued walking.

"If that's all, I'm busy right now," I replied, slipping on my headphones and drowning out the world around me with music.

"Hey! Wait, I want to talk to you about something!" he persisted, reaching out to grab my hand. I recoiled, pulling away sharply. "I don't want to!" I retorted, my patience wearing thin.

"It's important," Gojo insisted, his tone growing stern. I met his gaze, unyielding in my resolve, until the familiar ring of my phone interrupted our standoff.

Glancing down at the screen, I saw the name of my about to be boyfriend flashing across it.

"I said I'm busy. Stop bothering me. I don't even remember you!" I exasperated. "Haa....." Gojo let out an exasperated groan, frustration etching lines on his handsome face.

Removing his sunglasses, he revealed a pair of striking ocean-blue eyes that seemed to pierce through my defenses.

"I'm sure you haven't forgotten these eyes, even if you've forgotten everything else. I need to talk to you about something important. Please, just hear me out," Gojo implored.

As I hesitated, my thoughts raced. His eyes were unmistakable—the six eyes of unparalleled power, a mark of the most formidable sorcerer in the Jujutsu world.

Beside him stood a younger boy, unfamiliar to me, a newcomer perhaps, his presence overshadowed by the gravity of the man before me.

My heart stings and uneasiness fills  my body, the longstanding feud ingrained in our bloodlines, flashed through my mind, a reminder of the enmity between Gojo and Aikawa.