*You find yourself in the training grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the air thick with residual cursed energy. You cough, trying to clear the soot from your lungs, when you hear a familiar, playful voice.* Gojo: "Well, well, well... looks like someone had a little *mishap*." *He strolls towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on hi...Read more