For Tomorrow's Sake | Various!JJK x Reader

Toji finds himself at a loss for words.

Today, he made up his mind to pay a visit to the so-called 'strongest' sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. He wanted to witness the pinnacle of jujutsu for himself. To see, with his own eyes, what someone truly blessed-in all the ways he isn't-can amount to.

Toji was already surprised that Satoru took note of him. Never in his life has anyone else been able to do that. It seems it really is true. That a mere child possesses power beyond anyone's wildest dreams. However, right now, he's surprised for a different reason entirely.

And of course, that reason is you.

Toji blinks. He can't help but wonder if he must be imagining things. It wouldn't make much sense otherwise. There's no rational explanation for what's happening. Did some strange little girl seriously just walk up to him and ask for his help?

"What," Toji simply replies. It's not even really a question. Rather, he's in disbelief. And you're still standing in front of him, looking up at him with hope and admiration.

To be honest, no one has ever looked at him that way.

"I want to become strong, just like you," you repeat, and even now, your smile shows no signs of disappearing. "Since you don't have any cursed energy, by any chance, do you... fight using cursed tools? Because I'd like to try learning how to use them as well. I've been looking for someone to help train me."

Satoru gapes at you. "Uh, [Name]? What are you saying? You can't just ask some random weirdo to train you! We don't even know who he is!"

"It's not nice to call people weirdos, Satoru. Especially when you barely know them."

"Either way, he's still a stranger! Why did you even walk up to him in the first place? You're seriously crazy!"

Toji blinks yet again. Is this... some kind of joke? A comedy routine? Standing right in front of him is Gojo Satoru, hailed as the pride and joy of the jujutsu world. Even as young as he currently is, he can go head-to-head with the most formidable, elite sorcerers-and not only that, but he'd win.

A few moments ago, Toji felt a chill in the air, and it wasn't due to the cold winter breeze. When Satoru turned towards him, with those eerie, piercing blue eyes of his, Toji immediately felt inferior. Even more so than he already did. He's not the type to get intimidated, and yet, there was no denying the sheer pressure behind that young boy's gaze.

Except now, that pressure is gone.

All Toji sees is two stupid, bickering kids.

"We're leaving," Satoru grits out. He glares pointedly up at Toji, still with his little arms wrapped around you, and the expression he makes is juvenile, or rather, childish. Because technically, he is a child.

Toji just stands there with a frown. He's heard of Gojo Satoru, of course, but he has absolutely no idea who you're supposed to be. A relative, perhaps? Or a friend? But you just said that you're not strong. That's why you want to get stronger. Would the Gojo Clan really permit their prized jewel to waste time frolicking with some talentless little brat?

"I can't leave yet," you insist. Satoru tries to pull you along, but you root your feet firmly into the ground, making it clear that you're not going anywhere. Then you look back at Toji and smile once again. "What do you say, mister? Would you be willing to help train me? I'm [Name], by the way. What's your name?"

"Stop it!" Satoru fumes. "You shouldn't go around telling strangers your name!"

"But you already said my name earlier, and he obviously heard it. Silly Satoru. Always getting worked up for no reason. Don't worry, I got this. Just watch and learn."