The Second Strongest Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader)

Honored One's Equal.

1995

A year had passed since (Y/N) was found by Kyoto Jujutsu High School and no longer lived in the orphanage.

Out in the training yard, a small figure stood alone against the sprawling expanse of open space.

Barely six years old, (Y/N) had already begun his rigorous training. He wore a simple tracksuit, its fabric worn and scuffed from repeated use, and his hands were tightly wrapped in bandages, evidence of the strain his young body had endured.

The scar on his forehead had not faded yet—a silent reminder of the life he'd left behind.

"99. 100..."

Panting softly, (Y/N) pushed himself off the ground, finishing his last push-up with deliberate effort.

No one had instructed him to do this; it was entirely his own decision.

A choice far beyond what someone his age would typically make.

Someone like...

"Hey!"

A voice broke through the quiet.

(Y/N)'s head snapped up, his gaze locking on a boy approaching from a distance.

The boy's stride was confident.

"Are you training?"

(Y/N)'s confusion was evident as his eyes scanned the boy.

His appearance was unusual—white hair that stood out like a beacon against the muted tones of the training yard, his outfit just hoodie and shorts.

The boy's eyes were shut, adding an air of mystery to his already striking appearance.

(Y/N) nodded silently, his gaze darting around to see if the boy was accompanied by anyone. To his surprise, the boy was alone.

"I didn't see you when I came here last year. You must be new! My name is Gojo Satoru, what's yours?"

With no hesitation, the white-haired boy extended his hand, a gesture of unguarded kindness that felt almost foreign to (Y/N).

For a boy who had lived a life of mistrust and survival, this level of openness was new, almost unnerving.

"My name is-"

"Hmm..."

Gojo suddenly tilted his head, his grin faltering slightly as his eyes cracked open just a fraction.

(Y/N) stiffened, caught off guard by the brilliant blue irises staring back at him, their unique pattern mesmerizing.

"You have a funny looking cursed energy."

Gojo remarked, his voice curious. His eyes, though striking, didn't remain open long. He closed them quickly, the smile returning to his face as if he had just discovered something amusing.

"Anyways, I'm bored. Wanna play?"

The invitation was so innocent, so simple, that (Y/N)'s tightly wound guard loosened for the first time.

He nodded hesitantly, unsure of how to respond to this peculiar boy's energy.

Without warning, Gojo reached out and playfully tapped (Y/N)'s chest.

"Alright, tag! You're it!"

Before (Y/N) could fully process what had happened, Gojo turned on his heels and darted off, his laughter ringing out across the field.