𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK

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As days slipped by,

you found yourself ensnared in a web of missions assigned by the higher-ups, each one dragging you away from your role as a teacher. These demands offered little reprieve for your students.

Yet, amidst the chaos of obligations, a spark of curiosity ignited within you upon learning of Yuji's newfound companion, Junpei. Delving deeper, you uncovered the poignant tale of a young soul seeking solace in companionship, only to face the harsh realities of bullying and rejection.

Junpei's vulnerability rendered him seemingly disposable in your eyes, a pawn in the grand scheme of things.

Driven by calculated impulse, you made a fateful decision: to manipulate the strings of fate and dispatch a curse under your control to kill Junpei.

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Time unfolded its tapestry once more, guiding you back to Tokyo for the highly anticipated exchange event with the Kyoto sister school.

"Is this a welcoming party? How disgusting," Mai Zenin's disdainful words sliced through the air like a cold gust of wind, setting the stage for tension to brew.

Her twin, Maki Zenin, echoed the sentiment with a sneer, further fueling simmering animosity among the gathered students.

"Shut up. Hand over the souvenirs. All the sweets, noodles, and cookies from Kyoto," Nobara retorted, her deadpan tone cutting through the rising hostility.

Before tempers flared further, your timely arrival alongside Utahime diffused the tension, if only momentarily.

"Okay now. Let's not fight amongst ourselves. My goodness these children. Anyway, where's that idiot?"

"Satoru's late, though that's honestly not surprising. He said something about bringing a surprise," you offered, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you speculated about Gojo's antics.

"As if that idiot would ever show up on time," Utahime remarked dryly, her patience wearing thin.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps drew everyone's attention, Gojo's flamboyant presence announcing his belated arrival.

"Sorry for the wait!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of exuberance as he presented a peculiar box adorned with pink papermen.

"I see everyone's here! I was actually on a business trip overseas and I've got souvenirs for everyone!" Gojo's announcement fell flat amidst the indifferent stares of the assembled crowd.

Honestly, no one really cared.

As he distributed tribal charms to the Kyoto students, excluding Utahime, Gojo's theatricality reached its zenith as he unveiled a pink-haired boy from the box.

"It's the dearly departed, Itadori Yuji!" he proclaimed, pointing at the bewildered figure before him.

Megumi and Nobara's expressions of shock and disgust did not go unnoticed by Yuji, who couldn't help but wonder at their apparent displeasure.

'Huh? They don't look happy at all!'

Observing the lukewarm reception from the Kyoto students, Yuji couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment amidst the sea of indifference.

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Gathered in the teachers' chamber, you joined your colleagues in overseeing the exchange event's unfolding drama. With the rules laid out—kill curses to win, higher grades mean more points.

Following the motivational speeches of Gojo and Utahime, the torch of authority was passed to you as Gojo handed over the microphone.

"Let the exchange event begin!"

Your attention, however, remained unwaveringly fixed on a singular objective: the elimination of Megumi Fushiguro.

As the exchange event unfolded, students clashed with curses in the relentless pursuit of victory. Amidst the chaos, a special-grade curse disrupted the proceedings, offering an unexpected opportunity.

You knew it would be too suspicious for you to just leave the room and kill Megumi, so this was your perfect opportunity.

"We need to handle this," one teacher said urgently.

You nodded, your mind focused on the task at hand. "Let's go."

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You and the other teachers went to the event ground, trying to handle the situation. You ran into three students: Megumi, Maki, and Panda.

Before anyone could react, a sense of urgency gripped you. You knew this was your chance to strike, to fulfill your singular mission – the elimination of Megumi Fushiguro.

"Miss y/n?" Panda spoke up.

Raising your hand in a gesture reminiscent of a gun, you uttered a solemn "bang," the imaginary bullet finding its mark in Panda, who collapsed with a final gasp.

Maki met a similar fate, her body torn apart by another resolute "bang." With each shot, your resolve hardened, driven by a conviction that it was necessary.

"You had potential, Megumi. This is for the greater good" you murmured softly, before delivering the final, fatal "bang."

Megumi Fushiguro was dead.

You left the scene without a trace, just leaving the bodies on the floor.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure watched from above, his white hair billowing in the wind,

a silent observer of your actions.

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sorry for this weird and rushed chapter but i really hate writing fighting scenes (and junpei)

also i caught some virus so if I don't upload anymore then you guys know why 💀

I'm also currently working on an Alhaitham fanfic 👀