The Short Version: No One Survives

* The author is a high school senior! A senior! Don't get your hopes up too high!

Blurb:

Hello, everyone. I'm Miss Fyodor, a cute girl, and my "dream" is to "create a world without ability users."

This is my best friend. We grew up together as childhood friends. Her name is now Suguru Geto, and her "great cause" is to "create a world without ordinary people."

Our duo's name is "No One Lives."

First, let me apologize and take the blame. I set this whole thing in motion, and my best friend was an innocent victim lured in by my wild ideas.

Yes, on a bright and sunny morning, after cosplaying a bunch of people at a convention, we successfully ran into the first law of cosplay.

:)

On a street in Tokyo, my best friend and I exchanged a glance, then looked up at the sky together.

After a moment of silence, I murmured, "I've done good deeds all my life..."

My best friend lunged at me. "Don't get all dramatic out of nowhere! If you disappear, where am I supposed to find another Pokemon as useful as you?"

You guessed it. In this world, the Bungo Stray Dogs power system has been folded into the Jujutsu Kaisen system, and I became a cursed spirit captured by my best friend.

--I think I would've been better off getting exorcised on the spot from the start!

Not long after, the Jujutsu Society registered a newly appeared Special Grade cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit had an angelic appearance, a mysterious and elusive presence, and destructive power ranking among the top few of the Special Grades.

Cosplay Fyodor: Yep, that's me. But isn't Boss Fyodor supposed to be a strategist? How did I end up as a fighter?

At the time, Gojo Satoru was still studying at Tokyo Jujutsu High. He saw his "classmate" leaning against the window of a dessert shop and couldn't help taking off his sunglasses. "...Suguru?"

Suguru Geto, his long hair half tied back, looked up. "...Satoru?"

A familiar face, a familiar pair of squinting eyes.

Gojo Satoru was utterly shocked.

Cosplay Suguru: For the sake of our ultimate cause, could I borrow some money from you, Mr. Gojo? I'll pay you back!

Everything seemed to be falling into place. Just as we were preparing to focus on our "No One Lives: Elderly Curse User Edition," something else unexpected happened.

A white-haired girl in a short outfit laughed recklessly. "You! Fight me one-on-one! Let's see who's really the strongest!"

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

Me/my best friend: "???!!!"

"Welcome, Gojo Satoru#Y103, to the team."

"Fyodor D.#Y102: Why did you come too?! Didn't you say you had something to do?!"

"Gojo Satoru#Y103: Of course I came looking for you two idiots when I realized you'd disappeared! Well? Am I cool? I even put together this cosplay especially!"

"Fyodor D.#Y102: We're still one Shoko short of reaching the ultimate level..."

"Suguru Geto#Y101: Never mind how you knew we were cosplaying. We don't need any more psychos, aaaaah!"

*A story about three cosplayers putting on a show.

*Updates whenever inspiration strikes. Don't get your hopes up too high. (Runs away under a shield.)

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