The good news: I've transmigrated into a fanfic where everyone survives. The bad news: I'm apparently a cannon fodder character sent by Jujutsu High to Jujutsu High. I claim to be Gojo Satoru's sworn enemy and devote myself to setting traps for him.
In the end, I reap what I sow and get devoured by a cursed spirit.
That's right. Now I'm facing the wary stares of everyone at Jujutsu High, calmly provoking Gojo Satoru while my legs have been shaking for almost half an hour.
I have to live like this for another month. At first, my legs tremble the whole time, but eventually I get used to picking fights with him.
I think Gojo Satoru must be sick of me by now.
So, as soon as the story reaches the right point, I eagerly fake my death with everyone's help and head off to enjoy my wonderful new life.
Unfortunately, it isn't long before the higher-ups hunt me down for revenge.
I sneak into the staff dorms at Jujutsu High in the dead of night, hoping to find my friends Geto and Shoko and ask them for help.
Then I'm dragged into another room.
In the dark room, the Six Eyes' chosen one holds me tightly, silent and obsessive.
#I'm not going to die, am I?#
#Wait, why has Gojo Satoru gone so completely off the rails?#
The higher-ups send a little orange to Jujutsu High. The little orange is kind and pleasant to everyone, but snaps back at him every time he says a word.
Gojo Satoru: Suguru, look. She really loves me.
Then the little orange dies. Everyone knows she's faking her death, except him.
1. Pairing: Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru falls for her all by himself.
2. Apologies for out-of-character portrayals. Gojo goes feral in my version later on. The main story is in third person.
3. If this isn't to your taste, please move along.
4. The premise has changed. It was originally a story about Inumaki, but it's now a story about Gojo.
Theme: Honesty and keeping your word
