Stress, a My Hero Academia/僕のヒーローアカデミア + Jujutsu Kaisen/呪術廻戦 Crossover fanfic

Multicross fic; Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto (barely), My Hero Academia, The Marvel Cinematic Universe (not all of it, though) and Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, though you wont be seeing that any time soon. This is a Harem/OCSI fanfiction. If you're wondering about my other works... it's best described as a Hiatus- or them being in limbo. It's why I'm not setting up a place of patrons nor giving you guys an actual upload schedule. I've got school and writing is a hobby of mine. I have no obligations. I write when I want to, drop what I want to.

If you are disheartened by that and are not finding yourself wanting to follow my works anymore, then that's fine. I get it.

With that out of the way, some more information about this particular story. It's a self insert, as is made clear by the description above. Furthermore, it has a selective crossover with all mentioned works. The main crossovers are MHA and JJK because they drastically change the world. The MCU concerns space and specific characters on earth, not much else. Stark and the Avengers are probably still happening in the US but we're in JP right now, so...

Lastly, this story is neither planned out nor well-thought out. I'm not trying to match the quality of the works I'm taking essence and inspiration from. What I am trying to do is to enjoy myself, get my mind off of things. As to why I'm even posting in that case? Partly because I want to know if I have any skill as a writer. But mostly because I want to actually tell a story, not just make one, if that makes any sense. Just how I see things.

I don't know what to do. The unending sea of options is a daunting force of nature in my mind. "Sorry." The man that bumps past me mutters as he settles into place on the uncomfortable plastic bus seat to my left. He was old, he seems so frail. My empty eyes stare at the gray floor, the vehicle twisting and turning, my hold on the yellow-painted metal bar being tested by the gyrations.

My earphones make the noise around me unintelligible at a certain distance. Not enough to ignore the crying baby to my left but enough to miss the tell-tale *ding* of the bus arriving at the next stop, letting some of the trees of this forest of humans leave. Dramaturgie by EVE plays at a lower sound level than usual, I'm not trying to blot out my very thoughts with music that speaks to my soul rather than my mind this time. I need all the mental bandwidth I can get right now.

Fukitoru Kokoro

[Skills]

[Traits]

[Quests]

*Kill a Cured Spirit.

*Enroll in either Tokyo Jujutsu High or UA.

[Gacha]

5 Complementary Tokens

That's not my name. I've never seen anything like this in real life before. But... I've also never spoken Japanese, yet here I am. Stranded in the island-country. My head had been hurting since this morning, when I blearily woke up to an unfamiliar alarm. I felt like ass, having drowned in the ocean not a minute prior. Drowning sucked, it might even have given me a fear of the sea. But then, I was here. I knew nothing about this world at that moment. I looked like I did before but I had black hair, which I didn't know could get this dark. My eyes are blue as they had been before and my body was still proportioned correctly.

After panicking for an hour, finding neither my parents nor my brother in the small apartment, I decided to be productive. Where where they? Where was I? Short answer, I'm in hell and my family is still in another plane. Quirks where a thing, like, from MHA. But it's 2018, not the hundreds of years past that. Then, Tony Stark exists and Captain America, who was rumored to be one of the first quirked individuals along with the famous glowing baby born in China around the same time, did too.

For the heck of it, I searched for mentions of other fictitious places. Kuoh isn't a thing, so likely no DXD. Then, I stumbled across a rich clan of 'business men' called the motherfucking Uchiha and their rivals of the Nature-Friendly Fuel industry, the Senju. What. The. Hell was I supposed to do with that? Naruto? MHA? The MCU? That's enough big bad villains to squash any main character. Then, this 'system' of game screens had appeared after I verbally complained about the 'status' of things.

It confirmed that Jujutsu Kaisen was also thrown into the pot of boiling bullshit with that quest because why the hell not? 'God, only 40K would have been worse.' Yeah, thank god I wasn't in that hellscape, though when I found out that the period of time where All for One ruled the world, shortly after the end of WW2, was dubbed the Age of Strife, I did have a small heart-attack at the thought.

But, the final question, penetrating even the endless sea of options, is; "Is any of this my responsibility?" I mutter, gaining a confused stare from the middle aged salary man who's holding onto the same pole I am.

I think that, with my knowledge of these universes and the gleamingly apparent potential of any kind of Gamer System, I have to do something. I doubt I'll try and help everyone, and I'll want to be compensated. If not by the government of whatever region I help, then by the universe. A harem, at the minimum. Infinite power, that's part of the package. If I don't get one of those things by the end of this fucking year I swear I'll crash out. With the MCU and JJK alone, I'd have an aneurism trying to fix the world and kill the baddies. But MHA and whatever bullshit the Uchiha are up to to go along with those? Yep, I may like my new hair but I'm sure it'll be gray by the end of the month.

First step, get into Jujutsu High. I'm sure I don't have a Quirk, so UA is not an option. Though the internet did tell me that it was a Uni in this universe, meaning that I can do Jujutsu High and then UA. Good thing that I am in Tokyo right now, it'll make searching the outer regions for the school a lot easier. Not that I'm planning on doing that yet, I need to gain at least a modicum of power first. But that's what the tokens are for right?

What are my options in that regard, then? Well, the Gacha tokens, apparently. Yeah, that shit mechanic is now my saving grace. I feel so much better already. I sigh, silently enough so that the people on the bus with me don't notice. After waking up, I found enough money in my account to sustain myself for at least a decade without needing to work, another boon from whatever eldritch entities brought me here. It meant that I'm going to be searching for the school today and, if I find it, buying an apartment near it. I know they give you dorms but I've got things planned that'll need me unsupervised.

I'm glad that I apparently applied for a school transfer this year but never mentioned which school. Another boon from 'em because that shit wouldn't fly normally. Now, I just need to find Jujutsu Tech and start my second life.

"I hate you, Tengen." I mutter as I tread the second path through the woods. The first lead to a river and then stopped, a small fishing cabin apparently being it's destination. I'm putting most of my faith in this one. Looking at my status screen, I sigh and start with the Gacha. With just a thought, the token amount decreases from five to four and a new blue screen overlays the first.

[Sandevistan]

Implanted over your spine and connected to your brain, this semi-exoskeletal cybernetic machine grants extremely accelerated speed of thought and supercharges most of the rest of your body. Due to modifications by the system, it is perfectly implanted and needs no other Cyberware to work. Take heed, too long and too much can damage the body and brain.

Suddenly, inexplicably, my backside feels heavier. I stumble backwards for a bit before barely catching myself. It itches, it feels uncomfortable. I quickly dash into the forest to my side and take off my red hoodie and then my gray shirt. Taking out my phone and flipping the camera before taking a picture of my backside, I see the exact same Sandevistan that David Martinez had. Sleek, glowing green and not that bulky. The edges aren't bleeding. Except for the itching, this could have been in my back for my entire life. 'The system can do this shit to me in an instant?!'

I take a deep breath, then another before I slam into the bark behind me with a metallic thunk that I can feel all over my body. I slide down until my behind reaches the forest ground, crushing recently fallen leaves. "Ah..." I let out the breath I had held. "God." I mutter. But this is good, no, this is awesome. The Sandevistan, if given enough time and training, can give me an immense advantage over the general villains of this world. And I have no idea how it'll interact with other powers, too.

I sigh, giving myself a minute before exchanging the next token.

[Void Born]

A mixture of shell and void... but very fleshy. You are a creature that has been deeply and innately infused with the void and it's powers and, by extension, has granted you the ability of using Soul for a set of three attacks. Soul is gained by damaging an enemy, splitting of minute amounts of their soul that, while quickly regenerating, let's your body transform it into a power source.

Skill gained!

[Vengeful Spirit]

By condensing your gathered Soul, a spirit will be conjured that will fired out to burn all your foes.

[Desolate Dive]

By concentrating your Soul into your fist and lower body in the air, then expelling it upon impact with the ground, a massive shockwave and explosion of soul will be emitted.

[Howling Wraiths]

By expanding Soul over your head like a blanked then expelling it, a blast of screaming echoes will tear up and throw away any enemy close.

[Focus]

By overlaying the supernatural Soul with your very real body, you can regenerate wounds with time and, well, focus.

I can feel... a certain emptiness in my chest now. It's obviously void at play, I have played Hollow Knight after all. I'm glad that I'm not permanently damaging somebody when I take some of their Soul, else a sparing match would have been impossible. This is... okay. Less dramatically changing in appearance than the Sandi.

It's... this is- "Ahh... I'm way over my head." This isn't my field of expertise. Well, nothing is, really. I was seventeen when I died. I have no experience in anything noteworthy, I have no skills or features that can help me now. But, still, this is my burden. This knowledge, this potential, I have to make use of it. I think I would tear myself apart if I hid like a coward, knowing what could have been.

I use the next token.

[Unwilling Inheritance]

Every slain foe, from animal to god, will give you a part of their physical strength. From power, to speed, to even their charisma. You will be their heir, willing or not.

Okay, that's good. Very good, even. Especially in the long run. If it takes a year for any villain to show themselves, I'll have gone on so many missions that my strength will be great enough to keep up with them... but with how much shit is happening in this world? Yeah, I'm giving myself maybe three months before shit hits the fan.

I sigh and then stand back up, making my way back onto the path. The other two tokens can wait, I need to get a grip on what I have already.

Ironically enough, Kaikai Kitan by EVE released two years early, meaning that I'm listening to the first Jujutsu Kaisen opening while I am in the first Jujutsu Kaisen season while I'm walking towards the Jujutsu Kaisen cast. I chuckle to myself at the thought as I see the looming Tori gates in front of me. I've watched the show enough and seen the panels enough to know how the entrance looks. No idea how I was allowed to enter but I'll take it. Maybe it's got to do with the void in my being? Maybe it creates a similar black spot to Toji's heavenly restriction?

To the beat of the drums and the strums of the guitars I take my first few steps, looking at the skill and subsequent trait I've gained after using another token. With how luck I've been getting with these, I suspect that them being 'complementary' tokens had made them far superior to whatever standard ones I can normally get.

[The Founder]

The first Titan, the first shifter. You are the king of your kind while ruling over nobody. You can shift into one of the Nine Titans, though be aware, your body needs training to sustain any monumental transformations or otherwise more esoteric actions through the powers of the Founder. In general, being a Titan Shifter unaligned with Ymir removes the thirteen year curse, grants greater regeneration than even the Cart Titan and allows for the summoning of the Hardening Crystals without transformation with great malleability through the compounding powers of the Founder and the Warhammer Titans.

I already know that this will be a central part of my fighting style now. Leaving any other future skill aside, even just this skill would have given me enough potential to kill at least Sukuna. I can drop nukes with the Colossal anywhere I want and, with the Founder, I suspect that they're not gonna be just a village big.

But, as the skill said, I'll keep myself limited until I can sustain that power. I have not fully incorporated myself into my Founding Titan Form, whatever that will be, like Eren and intend to return to human, so I'll need stamina and strength to lift fucking mountains if I don't want a major Titan Shift to be a last resort. Still, as small blue crystals cover my knuckles, I smile. I pull out the lean fabric gloves out of my left pocket and pull them over my hands, the blue crystals barely standing out now.

I've always wanted to transform into a Titan... I can't help but giggle. "I wonder how it'll interact with the Sandi." I think I'll leave the last token for now. I've got enough powers to keep myself busy for now and if even I don't know what last trump card I can pull, then neither will my enemy, even if they've got some form of mind reading.

Taking a step, then another, then another, I am in front of the entrance to a courtyard soon enough. Gravel on the ground in front of me, reflecting the harsh sun. Buildings upon wooden walk-ways make out the campus of the school and- "What'chu doing here?" I activate my Sandevistan on an instinct that I did not have three hours prior. The world stills, turning unexplainable shades of green and gray. As I spin around, seeing the still figure of Gojo Satoru, a trail of what seems like individual frames of my movements is left behind.

As the seconds pass, a dull thrum emanates from my back and my mouth starts to taste like iron. I deactivate the device. "Whoa!" Gojo lifts his hands up, his eyebrows rising, indicating surprise even without having his eyes on display, hid behind the black fabric of his blindfold. "That's quick, man!" He smiles. "You got some tricks up your sleeve, that was no Cursed Technique. A Quirk?" He asked as he leaned slightly down, I was only a little less than half a head smaller than him.

I shake my head. "Here to try and attend." I look backwards towards the school, ignoring my instincts that told me to keep my eyes on him. "I knew about Jujutsu from my old man. Died, though." I don't elaborate. I hate using my fathers name like this but they really where dead in this world. Mom and dad where teachers, I should have found them registered on their schools website even six years early but I did not. Doesn't mean they're dead but also doesn't mean they're the people I knew them as.

Gojo quirked an eyebrow as I turned back. He strikes a thoughtful pose for all but a second before he shrugs. "Sure." He says, aloof and unworried. Well, he is the strongest, after all. On earth, that is. Well, Doctor Strange maybe has a shot but I'm not here to power scale two people that'll likely never meet. "C'mon, let's get you to Yaga. What's your name, buddy?" He asks as he slumps his arm over my shoulder, dragging me towards the gigantic hall that stood upon meters of wooden scaffolding.

"Kokoro Fukitoru." I answer, the first time I've acknowledged it as mine.

"'Blot out the mind'? Why'd your parents name you that?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows, I had no clue what it translated to. That's... weird.

I shrug, hiding my mild surprise. "No clue. Never met 'em."

He hisses, as if burned. Guess he has at least an iota of respect for even those below him in power. "Ah. Sorry to dredge that up." He apologizes.

I shake my head as we start climbing the marathon of stairs, his arm leaving my shoulder. "No worries." I take a deep breath as I look at the ground past the railings. The world is so small...

Gojo pulls me out of my thoughts. "Well... to move on from that, how much do you know 'bout Curses, kid?" He asks, sounding joyful and excited. It's faked, but that's fine. He's a teacher, they fake their emotions all the time.

"Most of everything. The Grades, where they come from, how to kill them and all that jazz." I drawl as the platform of the principals strange hall makes it's first appearance to our left. Taking a step onto it, the gravel shifting to accommodate the new weight, Gojo following behind, I take a deep breath. The air is thinner, but not by much. Barely noticeable.

I'm glad I confirmed that I could see Curses on the way here, having seen a few fly heads pestering kids disrespecting the graveyard at the edge of town, else this would have been embarrassing. "That's good." He says, nodding in confirmation. "Well, the principal is in there, I sent him a text, he should know you're on your way." He indeed did, saw him pulling out his phone as we walked here.

It was not an old flip phone, thankfully. If this AU would have Jujutsu Society return to the early 2000's in terms of tech, I'd have flung myself into a woodchipper.

I walk fourth and as I enter without the strongest sorcerer alive, the gloomy atmosphere of this grand hall makes me slightly uncomfortable. I know that I'll probably have to fight here, which is confirmed as I see the burly principal sitting amidst a valley of plushies, knitting the punching thing that he used against Itadori, and I've come up with a method of operation regarding the secrecy of my powers... none at all. At least not on earth. I know this is an AU and that Hydra can be actually competent now but I really need all the advantages and renown I can get. If I want to prepare earth for Thanos, because I certainly can't kill him alone, then I'll need all the rep and power I can get.

Right now, even if I'm imprisoned, my powers work off of an entirely different energy source, so sealing them is off the table. And because of that, I'll just Colossal nuke my prison, if I need to.

The man looks up at me and his stern gaze is noticeable even past his small, rectangular glasses. "I hear you wanted to attend this school... your father was a Sorcerer, yes?" He asked.

I nodded. "Never knew his name, left me a notebook and then fucked off. Burned it as soon as I memorized everything, can't have the government finding that, right?" I try and infuse some humor into the situation.

It is not picked up on as Yaga nods. "But then, how do you propose we confirm that? To trust you?" He asks. I narrow my eyes before shrugging. "Indeed, it is a conundrum. But I think I can get the measure of you... prove yourself and your words in combat, for it is the expression of one self." The puppet in his lap springs to life and dashes towards me.

My body fills with adrenaline and my eyes widen. Now, I could end this with a spike of Titan Crystal, if that's how my powers work, but I don't want to defeat the purpose of this test. Also I feel strangely anticipatory right now, excited to fight. I've never felt this way before but my body feels like a coiled spring, ready to move. To fight. "To win." I whisper as it reaches striking distance.

Having not strained it at all today, the Sandevistan's signature sound of flashing electricity is heard by only my ears as the world slows down once again. It's as if time had stopped but I knew that if somebody like the Flash, who's hopefully not also here along with all of DC, was here, then he could have easily kept up. It was not stopping time, after all. I dash to it's side and my elbow, quickly covered with a dull spike of hardened Titan skin, strikes the creatures back mid air. It contorts with the impact but doesn't move onwards yet. I punch it's belly but, as I was about to grab it's face and continue, I feel that headache again. That taste of metal in my mouth. I deactivate the machine on my back, the world returning to it's normal speed in an instant. I clutch my left eye, feeling my brain thump, as if I could feel the blood pumping into my head.

I see the puppet fly into the ceiling, it's back torn open and it's front sagging, the material that it's skin is made of having needed to stretch too far when I punched it. The small cut on it's back bloats with cotton as it thumps onto the ground again, along with a bit of wooden debris. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. No more Sandi uses today, got it. Titan healing can't heal exhaustion, else you could just continue transforming forever.

It also gave me no soul, so that says something about the nature of Cursed Techniques, I think. "That was..." I hear Yaga begin, his Cursed Corpse not getting back up. "You'll be starting Monday morning, to give you time to acclimate." With that, I was let off.

"Hold it..." I struggle, my fist shaking below my face. "Hold-" I clench my jaw. "It!" A small but bright flash and there it was.

[Speak to the Soul]

By infusing your Soul into your attacks, similarly to Cursed Energy Enhancement, you can enhance said attacks, raining Soul with each hit but equally damaging the Soul and, in turn, the body of any targets.

I let out a huff, my fist glowing with an ethereal white outline, small bubbles of pure radiance leaving it's atmosphere and dissolving in the ambient pressure. "Wow, your Cursed Technique is pretty cool." Gojo exclaims, standing to my left, phone in hand but blindfold still on his face... No clue, man.

I nod, after yesterday, I explained my Soul away as my Cursed Technique and my Shifter powers, which I only vaguely alluded to, as a clan trait similar to the Six Eyes. Gojo was confused, noting that such a 'clan ability' would have been more noticeable in the past eras. I, in turn, shrugged, asking him what else it could be. Yes, if this was any other Supernatural government, they'd experiment on my powers if I just told them 'I dunno where they came from' but the Jujutsu Society value power and influence over everything else. Right now, I'm the Higher Up's' pawn, they'd like to keep it that way.

The Sandi was... well, Gojo provided an excuse for me accidentally, saying that 'fuckin' Hydra' got me. I just went with it, it'd play nicely into my Meta Knowledge regarding the MCU. "I know. Shifter powers are stronger, but I've yet to use them." I begin, trying to release the infused fist by shaking it, earning no result. Just a wavy glowstick-fist hybrid.

"And that's a problem how?" He asked back, his attention now on me. "You really didn't give much detail, dude." He continued.

I nodded. "Told you and Yaga the basics yesterday after the test if you remember..?" I leave a gap for him to answer, he awkwardly rubs the back of his head. "Dude." I deadpan. "Fine. I can, under the right conditions, shift into a giant. Simple." He nodded, understanding. "There are nine variants, each with their own unique powers, that's what dad said anyways." I continue feigning my own introductory knowledge to the power. I was about to explain the conditions when I get an idea, seeing that we're in the middle of the schoolground football field, we've got plenty of space. "Hey, the first transformation can have me go rogue."

He nods, "Fuck am I supposed to do then, kill you?" He sarcastically remarked, but the grin on his face let his good nature shine through.

I shook my head, sighing in exasperation. "No. I'll be in the nape of the neck, asleep if I go rogue and fully awake if not. It's the only weakness of Titans- which is the name of our giant forms- due to it's regeneration and, often times, Hardening." He nods.

"Sure. Fly up, cut open, grab the guy- got it." He shoots me a thumbs up.

I return the nod and take a deep breath, turning away from him and walking a good few paces. I then look down at my open palm, examining the valleys of my skin, the uneven texture and the vaguely hidden veins below my flesh. I took a deep breath, imagining myself transforming. Yes, you needed a goal to transform but, I hope, I can 'loophole' that situation by making my goal of the transformation simply transforming. I knew I couldn't bring myself to bite into my hand with no adrenaline in my veins and with no pressure, so I took out my tongue from my mouth, let it rest outside my lips and then slammed up my jaw with my palm. 'Shift.' I thought, my entire mind focused on that action, that yellow lig-

A faint yellow-orange glow seemed to both dim any other color here and light up the entire school at the same time. Then, I heard what I can only describe as an explosion, though I've never heard one in person. I didn't fall asleep, nor did I black out. I didn't enter a fugue state nor was I transported into any sort of lucid dream. My point of few started to rise, my surroundings heating up, like a hot shower but it didn't start to sting, nor burn. It felt like a blanket in the winter.

Then, I couldn't resist blinking as I reached fifteen meters and, when I opened my eyes again, my vision seemed to have returned to normal. But, I knew it was not. Looking down, smooth skin, muscles rippling across the torso and built arms where revealed. I obviously lack genitalia, something Gojo commented immediately. "Dude, cover up! Oh- you don't- that's freaky." I heard his voice faintly.

I turned, seeing the small humanoid form of the Strongest but I couldn't focus on him. I could never again, if I was to be greeted by this sight every time I Shifted. The sun seemed to be on the eye level- a deceiving notion, of course-, it's setting form giving a sense of translucency in spirit and tranquility in body. I felt it's warmth accompany the natural heat of a Titan's biology, it's rays giving a more natural comfort. How it's yellow-orange bled away into the clouds around it, half of it's vaguely spherical shape already disappearing in the ever-extending line of the horizon- it was just so beautiful. Maybe mother nature truly is the best Waifu of them all- ha! That sucked, shouldn't even have thought that, totally ruined the moment.

I reluctantly returned my gaze towards Gojo and tried to speak. "Grruuhh." The growl was titanic and I swore I could see the man tense, thought I'd never confirm that thought from this distance. I tugged on the radiant power of the Founder, so intertwined with me that it felt like just another limb, unlike the completely different power sources that where Cursed Energy and Soul, which felt like interfacing with technology- like driving a car. Inputs and outputs, but through a medium, which was myself in this case.

Over what I suspected to me teeth, of which the fleshy gums where replaced with smooth skin, grew lips and I felt my entire mouth structure recede a few inches, making it seem more natural. I'd not do this in a fight if I didn't need to, not only did I just waste, like, 5% of whatever energy my Founder alterations use but the skull-like face that a lip-less grin gave me made for perfect intimidation. "Ahhh~ There." The baritone version of my voice, metaphorically tremoring the earth, spoke out. "I'm still sane. No clue if it's luck or something else but I'm fine." Maybe it was me knowing about the intricacies of Titan powers? Maybe my nature as a Void Born? Or just maybe it was just luck, It was the kind of conundrum that didn't need solving.

I think I saw Gojo grin. "We're stress testing you!" He was having too much fun, man. I nodded, but rolled my eyes. I was the Attack Titan, mirroring Eren's heavily; Sharp ears, glowing eyes and wild black hair. Though my eyes where still blue. Gojo was just... gone in a second, reappearing the next, a pair of pretty ornamental gauntlets in hand. They where silver, and had a small... piece of paper on the back of their hands? O-kay? "These can accurately measure any physical characteristics of the being holding them- the perfect limit-tester!"

I shrugged and opened my palm. "I've got big hands, man."

He shook his head. "You don't have to wear 'em. Saw you grow lips, give yourself flesh pockets or something." I mentally whined, that sounds gross. He still chucked them onto my palm and I sighed, letting them simmer into the flesh of my palm as if it was quicksand.

'Ew.' I thought in disgust. It felt off, like a needle inside your palm, which is what this essentially was. I sighed, "Let's do this." I grumbled out, then turned to Gojo shortly after.

He nodded. "We got a guy who can repair the terrain easily- I'm gonna request a pay raise for him after this, hehe." He chuckled. That statement made it obvious he wanted me to go nuts on the dirt below.

I sigh, here goes nothing.

I was fucking powerful as a Titan. That wasn't unexpected but seeing the field in front of me, littered with holes and craters as if it had bene hit by an array of artillery fire, it gave a sense of scale to my sheer destructive prowess. I was out of my Titan, removing myself from that prison of flesh in it's nape being an ugly and hot- physically, not sexually- experience that I'll be seeing in my nightmares tonight. "Damn, with the force of a speeding train, man." Gojo muttered as he reviewed the readings from the gauntlets. "It's one hell of a Technique, that's for sure. And you say that was only the low-level brute stuff?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, more esoteric powers where described in the notes but I ain't got a clue on how to reach 'em." I do, actually but I want to keep as many trump cards as I can, not wanting somebody like Sukuna, even in passing, get as much as a whiff on my true potential- enough for him to decide to go serious on me in a potential fight.

Gojo nodded, then turned away, slowly walking past me. "Well, now that I got your measure, you can do whatever. Go! Be free!" He hushed me away, motioning little flapping wings with his hands, signaling my freedom- you know, like a bird? He's awful, I know.

I rolled my eyes, his chuckle confirming that he could still see in vivid detail even through the bindings on his face. "Yeah, when do classes start again?"

Gojo, about to probably teleport away, nodded, realizing that that, indeed, was something I should know. "Ah, yeah. Next week, Monday. I can give you the roster of your school year, too. I just got confirmation of one of their identities." I knew he was talking about Nobara, knowing that Jujutsu Tech actually scouted students was a bit surprising though.

I nodded. "Sure, I saw you in my contacts, so send me it." He, somehow, had gotten his number in my phone. No clue how, I've been here barely longer than a day.

He nodded and then, as if deleted from existence, he was gone. No flash, no gust of air. He was there one moment, then gone the next. "Creepy..." I muttered. I was still getting used it all, the supernatural, that is.

I sigh, cracking my knuckles. "Well, I've got to train." I've never had a schedule for working out, so googling a good diet and routine is first on the list. Returning to my dorm and getting myself a rough outline of what I wanted and needed to do to achieve peak physical form- for a base-line human- on my phones Note's app, I readied myself for my next step. Figuring out Cursed Energy.

Gojo will figure out I am lying about my Shifting power's origins as soon as he looks at any usage of my powers without the blindfold, so I need to, first, build a rapport friendly enough to make him averse to revealing it to the Higher Up's of the big three clans and, second, I need to actually get a hold of my Cursed Energy.

I took a glance at my 'Quests', but quickly dismissed taking any premature actions to complete them. I'd wait for my mission for the Curse and wait until- If- I graduated Jujutsu High for UA.

I sat on my bed, cross-legged, and started Soul-Searching. Literally and figuratively, as I instantly found my Soul reservoir. But I felt past that, digging deep into what I was conceptually. There should be no possibility of me not being a Sorcerer, as my minimal Cursed Energy would have been apparent to Gojo, making him averse to taking me on as a student. And, with the fact that Quirks only applied to roughly 60% of the population for some reason, that could also be ruled out.

At some point, I shivered. It wasn't cold, neither did I lack enough clothing to resist the temperatures of my currently un-heated room. No, it was a biting cold from my soul. But, as I embraced that feeling, it wasn't a bad kind of cold. More like the comfortable shiver you get when you are wrapped up in a blanked, staring at the rain outside your window, hearing it fall and the ensuing goosebumps.

Then, as if it was a newly awoken sleeping beast, that energy followed me back to where I started this journey, to the surface. Then, my body glowed, a soft dark-blue color that made that short burst of comforting cold manifest over my very real flesh. It was Cursed Energy, not all that much but not below average either, if my budding senses got that instinctual understanding correct.

Then, I focused on the next step. Now that it was 'unlocked', if it was even locked before or if it was just me never having come into contact with it, I need to go about finding a way to actually utilize it. The most basic of uses being; Cursed Energy Enhancement. 'I need it to come into reality, to strengthen my very real body with a very unreal energy.' I focused on it, letting it visually seep into my muscles in my mind. I felt the energy that had been loosely manifested around me tighten. Then, it flooded into my body and, instead of a cloak around my body, it was a soft glow of a lighter blue color.

I felt light. As if I could jump onto the roof of this building with one quick skip. This was it, I knew. "Ahh..." I softly hummed, the feeling much more energizing than any energy drink I've had before. 'Now,' I mentally began, a grin settling on my face. 'Let's begin my training montage!' I was very aware of how cringe that was but, with the weight of the world on my shoulders, I think I deserve some leeway in how I get my fun.

My muscles rippled, burning in my arms and stomach, the last few push-ups the only thing on my mind. To finish this set, to truly set my body ablaze. The pain was to be my fire, in which I forged my body anew. And it was working, as I pushed the ground, the dozen bricks inside the backpack on my back resisting that motion, but my Cursed Energy-enhanced body prevailed, letting me finish the last set. It was the day after my Titan limit-testing and having a Shifters supreme regeneration, especially the Founders, made my progress apparent.

I ripped my muscles into shreds with weights nobody even doubly my muscle density should be able to handle, even if they had my Cursed Energy Enhancement, and then, after just five-to-ten minutes, I did it again until my body ran out of nutrients to support my muscle growth. It was almost torture but every time my head and muscles shouted at me to stop, I imagined this very school ablaze, Gojo, despite his strength, turned to dust by the snap of Thanos' fingers. Or my future classmates, Nobara, Yuji and Megumi, all suffering under the cruel musings of the King of Curses.

I was selfish but... I was also quick to burden myself with responsibility. It was a stupid and self-centered instinct but it is who I am. I could bank on the different verses in this reality just... sorting themselves out but... that was not only unrealistic but also dehumanizing to the people who's lives I'd put in the balance. And maybe... I just thought I was owed an interesting life after my boring past one.

I didn't know if it was the concept of healing from my Shifter powers or the System but, despite everything Jujutsu Society knew and said, my Cursed Energy reserves where growing. It had only been three days of me exhausting them to finish my superhuman training regime, which was pretty mentally exhausting as I've barely held a mild, self-care focused one up in my past life, and they've grown by a solid 2%. Not much, by a long shot, but when a Sorcerers potential, according to Gojo, was 80% decided at birth, partly due to the amount of Cursed Energy they had, then it was more the fact that they could grow at all than the amount that was astounding.

The starts of a six-pack and a defined swimmers body where also already showing, what I roughly thought to be three months worth of physical growth condensed into three days already paying off. It wasn't really nurturing a good work-mentality that I was instantly getting results and not needing to push for what could have been half a year to get what I wanted but I didn't care. I already knew my mental health would suffer as soon as I made the worlds safety my problem, I was self-aware enough to know that, so I didn't get the luxury of instilling the best training principals into myself.

I needed power and I needed it now.

Why now? Because the first semester of Jujutsu High was four days away, I'd already seen the gaunt form of Megumi Fushiguro ghosting around the halls as I made my way either to the small yard outside my dorm or to the surprisingly modern cafeteria that had already been staffed with a nice old lady.

I still had almost invisible traces of steam rolling off my body, curtesy of my torturous training, as I made my way to said cafeteria. Unlike my past life's school, the food in here was reasonably priced. With the low number of students attending at any given year, I doubted that Jujutsu Tech was banking on making money from the food of all things.

Getting myself a hamburger, the older lady giving me a nice wave as I made for the last of the three rows of the four columns of gray plastic tables in this equally modern gray food-hall. Sitting down, I sighed, biting into the juicy and far more healthy-than-McDonalds burger and letting the taste fill my tongue. It wasn't the best I'd eaten, but it was in the upper echelon. I guess they wanted their students as comfortable as possible, with how little there are.

Then, unexpectantly, scaring the shit out of me, Gojo slammed his own tray with hamburger and salad down and sat down in the bench opposite of me. "Hey, Fuki!" He said, shortening my new name.

I considered telling him to use my full name but I didn't care that much, besides, I'd need him to like me. Not romantically, I ain't gay. "What?" I growled. Still, I can show that I didn't like being scared. "What do you want?" I asked pointedly.

He made a placating motion with his hands. "Damn, calm down!" He chuckled. "Hehe, well, I've got to pick up Sukuna's newly lost-then-found again Finger and either need to delay picking up your newest classmate or, well, out-source my work to you!" He was talking about Yuji's incident, which was apparently happening right fucking now instead of in the evening and about Nobara, who is apparently joining Jujutsu Tech about a week early.

This is either because of the shit ton of verses that are mixed into this one world or, somehow, my butterfly wings already making waves. Either way, it already made my Meta Knowledge loose a lot of it's value if the time line is already off-course this early. Even if by minor margins. "Sure, name and pick-up location?" I sighed as I spoke, already relenting to the Strongest's muses.

I stood at the train station, idly searching for Yuji's school website on my phone. It'd probably get a news report about a 'gas leak' or something soon. The sun was finally setting as the train pulled in, letting my black hair flutter in the wind. If not for my slowly forming physique, I looked like the average Hentai Protag with bleu eyes and I hated the irony. The shit I'm dealing with couldn't be further from a Hentai plot if Junji-ito him-fucking-self wrote it.

"You my pick-up?" The absolute tomboy beauty that was Nobara Kugisaki asked in a gentle but firm voice as she stepped out of the trains doors and with her image in front of me I thought, maybe it wasn't all that bad yet.

I nodded, ripping myself out of a train of thought that'd have little Fukitoru rearing his head- pun intended. "Yeah, Kokoro Fukitoru, tired and confused first year, what's your name?" I asked, chuckling as I used my tried-and-true method of self-deprecating humor to make a conversation less bland. Yes, truly my sense of self-worth was immaculate.

"Nobara Kugisaki, less tired and and more ready." She smirked, her bag over her shoulder and her other hand on her shapely hips. Damn.

[Quest Issued!]

*Charm Nobara Kugisaki

What.

That's not funny, game. Who do you think you are, deciding my love life? "Where you lookin', hot stuff?" My gaze looked at her inquisitive face and I quickly lost that steam. Sure, game, I'll bite.

"'Hot stuff'?" I asked, trying to seem confident. Types like these, you need to tease back, else they step all over you and, unlike some, that ain't my fetish.

She chuckled. "Banter, dude. Don't get ahead of yourself." She smirked, playing the social game with me.

I nodded. "Talk and walk?" I asked and she nodded and I thank the lords that breaking the ice was so easy. She seemed less... rude than in the anime. Different world, different personality, at least slightly? Maybe, but I didn't care. I liked her more like this anyways. We began to walk towards where I'd parked my leant car, my drivers license, which did not follow my into this world, not needed in the eyes of the all-mighty Gojo Satoru, so I'd driven here by myself.

The large path between the buildings, dotted with various shops, blurred past slowly as we talked. "I wouldn't know, not that big on fashion." I continued the topic we'd begun.

She groaned, but the grin on her face gave away her relaxed mood. "Don't care, you're still judging it. Who else will I ask, Gojo? He'd make fun of me the entire time, or just hit on me and, honestly, he's too much of a prick." For some reason- fuck no, I knew the reason- I felt relieved at that. I'm not too insecure that I'd just give up if Gojo decided to pursue her or the other way around but he'd be competition for sure.

"Well, it's a date?" I asked, thinking how fast we'd apparently clicked. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She barely knew me and she was already talking about going shopping together and voting on what would look good on her. Was I hotter than I thought? Maybe she just liked my personality? I certainly liked hers but what the fuck? This is hella whip-lash from my previous life.

She chuckled. "Sure." She waved me off, though the spark of anticipation in her mannerisms was unmissable to my newly enhanced reflexes. "If that's what you want to call it." She finished, the uniform of our school fluttering in the wind slightly as the black car came into sight.

"Isn't... that was fast." I simply stated, speaking what was on my mind. It's been, what, half an hour since we met?

She shrugged. "You seem nice enough, and you're easy on the eyes, too." She smirked as I opened the passengers seat for her. She stepped in and I rounded the car to step into the drivers. "But if you're secretly an asshole, then I'll bash your face in." She growled, though it was more playful banter than meaningful threat.

I chuckled as I started the vehicle. "I'm an honest person, if you can even judge that yourself, so I'll be honest and tell you if things aren't working out, 'k?" I asked as I pulled out of my parking spot by the coffee shop.

She nodded, her purse on her lap and her hammer on the belt on her waist. "Sure."

-Nobara Kugisaki-

She's got no clue how, but her barriers of abrasiveness and confidence had broken down instantly upon contact with the enigma of personality and appearance that was Kokoro Fukitoru. "The cafeteria is that way, the old lady is nice enough, you'll have no problems with the food I think. I think she even sells boba, you like boba?" He, somehow, hit all her preferences. Not too buff, but lean and diligent in self-improvement, showing off a drive that she valued. He'd told her about his training that he'd picked up recently and she was honest when she replied with an impressed whistle and a comment on how she could see the results.

She wanted to pretend to not care about it, to tell him to mind his own business but when his eager face told her that she was 'honestly cute, if that isn't to creepy to say', she just couldn't do it. She couldn't blow him off, keep her attitude going and brave the storm that was being a Sorcerer. "Yeah, I like some boba once in a while."

She had never really dated anyone and she thought she would need at least a few weeks of knowing them before she even thought of somebody romantically but, again, he was an enigma. He was confused about it, as she was, and that told her a lot about how he viewed himself and, as she realized that he didn't hold that high of an opinion of himself and didn't value his own time and effort that high, she wanted to help him see what she thought was true.

Love at first sight is bullshit, he himself told her that not ten minutes ago, but maybe crushing at first sight wasn't.

"Dorms are this way, yours is next to mine according to Blindfold." He said again and his voice was already ingrained in her mind. Was she easy if she was already this into him? Fuck it, she's a girl that's true to herself.

'I'm not dealing with this 'will they wont they' bullshit.' She decided, he was hers now. That she was sure of. Her possessive nature, born when who she viewed as an older sister left so abruptly, reared it's ugly head in the most intimate of moments, forging her crush into a possessive need and romantic desire. "That's good, will make late-night visits that much easier." She commented off-handedly, already suppressing the blush as she bantered.

She saw Fukitoru do a visible spit-take as the rounded the corner to the hallway where their dorms lay. 'Oh my god he's adorable.' She thought as she saw him look away, take a deep breath and when he returned his gaze, he looked at her with a smirk that he was obviously trying to suppress, along with the remnants of an explosive blush. 'Ah, he's inexperienced...' In matters of romance, indeed he seems to be.

"A- Uh, yeah..." He stumbled out as they walked. "What the fuck?" She heard him mutter with the help of a Cursed Energy trained sense of hearing.

She was sure that, along with being a Sorcerer, she'd get to have her fun here...

-Fukitoru-

I am not this hot.

No, I should be an anti-social block-head nerd that got no pussy 'til he got his act together in his late thirties. But that wasn't happening. Nothing was happening as I thought it was. I was reincarnated, given godlike powers and then a girls seemingly threw herself at me. Not to toot my own horn, but what kind of sexual savant must I be to pull this easily?

My leg bumping up and down as I sat at the edge of my bed, I could not calm down. Some-fucking-how I managed to get myself a date for tomorrow with Nobara Kugisaki from JJK. "I need to distract myself." Instead of thinking of how easily I can fuck this up, I decided to train. Flashing the world to the vibrant green of my Sandi's activation, I started my training regiment with it, as I had scheduled. Every other day, I'd do one of my complete work-outs with the Sandi, the replacement spine, instead of burning in my flesh like it had when I received it, felt like it was more me than my previous spine was. Like it was meant to be there.

And, as a part of my body, it felt alive. As did I, every moment I spent in this accelerated space.

Yes, the Sandi worked in Titan form. Somehow. I saw Yaga strain, his hands outstretched as he mentally puppeteers the fifteen meter tall replica of my Attack Titan in cloth form. He was able to easily reconstruct it with help from Gojo, who was eager to see me actually fight. But the Sandi only worked in short bursts, the comparatively small device having to compensate for so much muscle.

Still, as it activated and I dashed behind the construct of cotton, latching my arms around it's ribs, I felt immensely powerful. Time resumed and I arched the puffy replica, even as it clawed at my grip in straight, unnatural movements, up and, with a tremor and an uproar of earth, I executed my Supplex, ramming it's head into the dirt as I tucked my own into it's back, avoiding a worse fate for myself. I released my grip, seeing it slump as I returned to an upright position in the middle of the track field, letting out a victorious roar.

"Damn!" I heard Gojo faintly. "That was hella awesome!"

Yaga groaned, knowing he'd have to do this again.

The date began, both of us meeting up at the caffe that was sitting snugly in the shopping mall that was near enough to the school so that the walk wasn't too long. "I just think that it fits your... curves- god that sounds creepy." I immediately cut myself off, realizing that it doesn't do well to say something like that on a first date. "You look good in it, that's all." I placate, sitting on the cushioned bench of the provided booth.

I saw Nobara grin, somehow not offended. "Thank you~" She almost cooed, and I was sure I was flustered. "Well, the school wont allow us to wear anything besides that bland uniform anyways." She groaned, standing up straight in the belly-high jeans, gray shirt that was tucked into said legwear and short-cut jacket.

I shrugged as I stood up too. "It's not that bad." She glared. "Well, maybe I'm wrong." I laughed. "I'm just a simpleton in matters of fashion, after all!" I mock bowed down to her greatness.

She strained to keep a straight face. "I thought so." She nodded, motioning for me to rise back up with a roll of her eyes.

"So..." I trailed off as we paid for her new clothing, my not-so-strained funds barely dipping. "I thought about going with a movie to finish it off but that's also kind of cheesy, so maybe you've got something better in mind?" I asked as we entered back into the long, white pathways of the mall, the large glass ceiling above letting the natural lighting illuminate the few stores and decoration that littered the building.

She chuckled. "It's fine, we can do the movie." She said and I hoped I read it correctly and she wasn't saying that sarcastically.

But just as we were about to turn the corner to where the in-house theatre was, all the lights cut out. Darkness consumed the area, somehow, even the windows up above us where dipped in pitch-black nothingness. I saw Nobara stumble at the sudden change in illuminance. I was not much better, immediately assuming what basics of a stance I've come into with my little combat experience, Soul and Cursed Energy mixing in a white glow, surrounded in a blue aura on both my hands. "An Innate Domain." My mind supplied as the only conclusion.

Nobara's hand shot to her belt, hammer clipped off and a trio of nails in the other hand. I chuckled, though it was a lot tenser than before. "Didn't think we'd end up fighting a Cursed Spirit on our first date." I said.

She nodded, happily accepting the joke for what it was in the gloomy and strained atmosphere. "Well, this is more my speed anyways." She confidently claimed.

I nodded. "Figures..." We where on the second story, railing a few paces in front of us separating the walkway from the first floor down below. "I assume you know what an Innate Domain is?" I tried not to sound arrogant and contriving as I said that. She nodded, picking up on the genuine nature of the question. "Good, we'll need to find the spirit. Else we're as good as dead."

Nobara nodded as she checked her phone, putting away her nails for a quick second. "Yeah, no connection."

I sighed, so no Gojo cop-out. "We-"

DODGE!

The Sandi activated seemingly on it's own as my alarm bells rung. The world turned slow and my after-images all along the color spectrum started to follow. Nobara stood still, seemingly unknowing of the fact that the brick floor beneath us was breaking apart. I dashed forwards and took her in my arms, jumping down to the first floor, strengthening my legs to avoid damaging them.

I turned around to see the attacker, still as a statue. It was a macabre recreation of a rock buddha effigy, it's calm face contradicted with the meat-cleaver in one of it's six arms. It wielded three weapons, the cleaver and brass knuckles with spikes on 'em on it's left side and a huge spear held in two hands on it's left. It was an entire house large, barely fitting below the walkway we just stood on. It was crouching on it's stone legs as it turned ever so slowly, it's closed eyes leaking blood.

It's aura was the worst, radiating malice and power as I've never felt it before. I deactivated the Sandi, Nobara still turned away. "Wa-!" She shouted, turning back to the action as she felt the aura.

I placated her with a hand on her shoulder. "I can be very quick. That's the spirit, no doubt."

She grinned, though it was a bit shaky. "Well..." She took a deep breath, composing herself. "Let's fuck it up!"