You Should've Said This Was a Darkfic!

*The narration's point of view is undecided.

You have a character you love very much. His name is Gojo Satoru.

You have written a lot of fanfiction about him.

One of those stories is called Jujutsu Reversal, a dark, spite-fueled work you wrote after canon broke your heart.

In this fanfic, Gojo Satoru is a curse user. He's still powerful, but an outright villain, and he ultimately unifies the jujutsu world, becoming its undisputed uncrowned king.

About three or four years after the original manga ended, your enthusiasm faded and you started losing interest in the fandom.

On the night you decided to leave it for good, you transmigrated. You didn't know you had ended up in your own fanfic, and thought you had entered the original story.

You happily tracked down this world's Six Eyes, hoping to get on his good side and save him from his fate.

At first, he was cold, but you didn't notice anything wrong. Later, once you grew close, you were even less likely to notice anything strange.

Because of your technique, you sometimes go blind.

Whenever that happens, the leering gaze, so blatant it feels like it might lick your skin, becomes even more obvious. Eyes watch you like viscous black sludge, surrounding you. Surveillance devices are hidden everywhere: on your wrists, ankles, and around your waist and stomach.

You still don't realize anything is wrong.

The strongest curse user has woven an enormous web of lies around you.

And you, his most devoted fan, his biggest supporter, trust everything he tells you without question.

Until the day the people from the headquarters come to you and grip your shoulders so hard it scares you.

“That Gojo isn't the Gojo-sensei you keep talking about. He's the most evil curse user in jujutsu history, and he's been lying to you all along, ”

“You can do something, right?! If you summon the so-called Gojo-sensei from that other world, he can kill him!! Then you'll be free!”

The chains around your wrists clatter, and their voices crash like thunder.

But before you can answer,

your husband, your beloved Gojo-sensei, the curse user they call the most evil in the world, returns.

He is holding a newly bought bunch of blue roses, his deep-blue eyes like ghostly flames.

“...You.”

“What are you doing to my wife?”

Warm liquid splashes around you, but not a drop lands on you.

He still thinks you're blind. He gently strokes your cheek and comforts you in his usual tone. “It's okay, they're just a bunch of rotten oranges trying to drive a wedge between us... It's not even April Fools' Day today. How boring.”

“If only they were all as well-behaved as Itadori, right?”

He puts the roses in a vase beside you and smiles as he watches your unfocused eyes.

Your gaze drops. You see a mangled heap of flesh.

You look away and stare at his well-defined hands. Your throat tightens, your whole body goes rigid, and you nod without really knowing what you're doing.

At last, you glimpse a little of the truth.

The Six Eyes is a villain. Itadori is his most trusted subordinate. The jujutsu world has long since fallen under his control. Those people were never his students.

You have transmigrated into the fanfic you wrote yourself.

And not long ago, you happily told the “Gojo-sensei” standing before you all about that very fanfic you wrote.

So what do you do now?

1. The Six Eyes is a curse user raised by Kenjaku. I mainly want to explore what a young Gojo on the true villain's side would be like.

2. Teacher Gojo might actually appear, haha...

3. Dark, twisted true love (?) I'm just a simple person with simple tastes, sorry.

PS: The only thing settled is that the pairing is with Gojo. Everything else is undecided until I start writing.

Theme: The door of fate leads me in your direction.