I’m a devoted fan of All-Hyakki, but my tastes are so niche that I shiver every day in the Arctic Circle.
Then one day, after I transmigrated, I fell into a pile of curses. I immediately rushed over to cuddle up to Hyakki
But Hyakki looked like he was about to cry.
My heart ached, so I comforted him. The Special Grade Curses all looked like their world had crumbled and let out a chorus of shrieks:
“Holy shit, Gojo Satoru! Run!!”
“Wait, he’s a curse!!”
“But he’s Gojo Satoru!”
“But he’s a curse!”
Gojo Satoru? Where’s Gojo Satoru? Five Hyakkis, cuddle time!
Later, I became the darling of the curses, and shipping couples up close was a blast.
But after I ran into some Jujutsu High students, my life as a curse gradually spiraled out of control.
The students were devastated. “Those guys actually turned another world’s Gojo-sensei into a curse...”
Huh?
Even Gojo Satoru himself lost his smile and said to me, “You have the right to exist in this world.”
Huh?? Wait, it’s not what you think! I’m just shipping a couple, that’s all
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I’m writing this for fun and letting loose. It’s a logic-free, OOC comedy, with a little angst, but not much.
First person. The couple I ship is seriously messed up, so don’t believe everything “I” say.
Theme: Every dream must eventually end.
