Transmigrated to Jujutsu Kaisen

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I yelped. The gnawing pain in my stomach was eating me inside out, leaving me to soak in the pool of my own blood and die.

Yes, period pain is a bitch.

"Still alive?"

I looked up at my cousin and shot her a pained yet sarcastic look. If I couldn't hold on to my dear life, I would at least rather die sticking with the language I was fluent in: Sarcasm.

"I'm telling you, get off of Wattpad right now," she warned and rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You're gonna make your readers suffer the wrath of your pain again."

"I'm not writing," I seethed through gritted teeth. "I'm reading the new update."

"Jujutsu Kaisen?," she verified. "You're just gonna make your pain worse, everyone there is dying."

"Thank you, I did not know that." I sighed harshly and gave her a bright smile. "Jesus, if I see Akutami sensei just one time, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind."

"Says the one who's been killing off her characters left and right," my cousin retorted, smirking at me knowingly.

Of course, I had no right to criticize my favorite mangaka. Authors feed on readers' tears, that was an irrevocable truth. He was probably even enjoying a cup of cookies n cream ice cream while seeing us weep over his Pokemon parody of Junpei.

That man...

Another rush of emotions hit me harder than the Kanagawa wave when I accidentally stumbled upon a Satosugu edit while changing tabs. "Yeah, the algorithm really has its way to rub salt in my wounds."

"They aren't even real," my cousin sighed.

"Yeah, shut up," I countered. "Your crush prolly don't even know about your existence."

"Oi!," she hissed. I just gave her an innocent look before the two of us started laughing our asses off. "Alright, I'll leave you to your Gojo Satoru there. Just make sure you eat."

Look at these people, the only character they knew from Jujutsu Kaisen was that blindfolded paintbrush. I clicked my tongue and resumed reading, grimacing as Gojo confronted Geto and the two broke up in front of KFC.

If dying from blood loss was not enough, I was already starting to get dehydrated from my tears which could probably outweigh the Pacific itself. "Akutami sensei, you joker. ItaFushi is just Shinsoukoku to Satosugu. Come on."

And with those thoughts, I fell asleep.

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My teeth gnashed together when a blinding sensation scratched through my neck. It was as if a dull knife pierced through my skin and tore it down. "Wh-what's happening?"

Slowly, my eyes started taking in the image in front of me. It was still blurry, but for some reason, I had an inkling that this situation happened to me before or I might have had the knowledge of its occurrence.

But there was pain...

It didn't feel like déjà vu– no, it was far too realistic.

Through blurred eyes, I could only make out an image of a tall, white-haired guy in a black uniform, accompanied by another who had prominent bangs and sharp, dark eyes.

And that's when it hit me.

Is this a joke...?!

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– DISCLAIMER–

I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen nor any of the characters included in the story EXCEPT for those who are not present in the manga / official story.
Jujutsu Kaisen is created and owned by 芥見下々 (Gege Akutami).

This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.

I made some adjustments from the previous plot because of heartbreak from Chapter 236. Thank you.

Pictures are not mine unless stated otherwise.
All credits go to their rightful owners.

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