Transmigrated to Jujutsu Kaisen

I: Dazed and Confused

My teeth gnashed together as a blinding sensation spread from my neck across my whole upper body. A sharp object forced its way to my skin, allowing something liquid to start dripping down my chest. Before I could comprehend what was going on, my shirt had already stuck to my skin, drenched and sticky.

I clasped my throat in panic, putting pressure on the gash to stop whatever liquid that was from gushing out. "O-oi!"

And let me tell you, I was absolutely NOT FOND of physical pain.

"Wh-what in the hell is happening?"

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

Weirdly enough, it didn't feel like déjà vu, but something more realistic. It didn't look like a dream either. I wouldn't be seething in pain right now if it were.

And that's when it hit me.

I was definitely in danger– not from my period drama, but from actual danger.

The blade dug into my throat, a hand holding up my head to the point I could feel my weight choking me. Sweat and shallow breaths raced their way out of my body as I tried to squirm away from danger's grasp.

What's going on? Is this a nightmare?

And yet, instead of focusing on my survival, what bothered me the most was the guy in bluish-black school uniform of high-collared top and bontan pants standing before me.

He seemed oddly familiar, especially those loose bangs and hairbun. Like some model I had seen in magazines countless of times, I squinted sharply and wracked my brain for where or when I had seen that person before.

I mean, I already had an idea about who he resembled, and for Gege's sake, he looked like the perfect representation of Geto Suguru. It was just too natural to be considered a cosplay, so I didn't think much abo–

Wait.

No, come on.

Am I totally lucid dreaming about Jujutsu Kaisen now?

This is so cool–

"O-ow! Stop! That literally hurts like a bitch!!" I screeched out in pain when the curse user drove the blade a little deeper into my skin.

"You shut up!"

My brows furrowed in confusion when I realized I instinctively referred to whoever was keeping me hostage as a curse user.

This could be a random hyper-realistic dream for all I know, but my consciousness had already settled in Jujutsu Kaisen.

Can we feel pain from dreams, though?

Wait, wait! If this were real, it would be around episode 1 of season 2 since neither Riko nor Kuroi was present yet. Instinctively finding my voice when I realized Geto could save me, I yelped out, "G-geto Suguru! Oi, help! I don't wanna die in this unfashionable way!"

"Eh?" It was really him! Geto bobbed his head to the side, looking rather perplexed. Okay, my guy must've thought I was far too sassy for a hostage like I knew what was going on.

Unfortunately, I do know.

And let's not forget I also know his name.

"Help me, quick! I will give you as much somen as you want, I know a good place!" I didn't know any. I wasn't from Japan, but I, unfortunately, had to start bargaining for my life. His weirded expression told me he started suspecting me for how familiar I was with the situation as a non-sorcerer. "I saw it on YouTube! Some mukbang artists went there–"