For Tomorrow's Sake | Various!JJK x Reader

It seems like Naoya is in the middle of an existential crisis, and you honestly don't even feel guilty about it.

He keeps looking down at his hand with a look of sheer disbelief, as if the injury might magically reappear if he stares at it long enough. You suppose, in his mind, your existence alone contradicts everything his clan has instilled in him. He's only six years old, but a certain worldview has already been pushed onto him. And now, you're watching it unravel in real time.

Much to Naoya's regret, he still isn't able to come up with what to say, and by that point, it's already too late.

Zen'in Naobito steps into the room.

Toji's face immediately twists into a scowl. Well, not that he wasn't scowling before, but it's suddenly way more pronounced. Naobito is strong, of course, but if Toji were to let loose and fight him without holding anything back... he'd definitely kick his ass.

Naobito is younger than when he appears in the canon series, but other than that, his appearance is largely unchanged. He's even carrying a flask with him, the goddamn drunkard. The first thing he does upon plopping down on the cushion seat in front of you is throw his head back and take a big swig of god knows what alcoholic concoction he's got in there.

"So," he eventually says, glancing from Toji, to Satoru, then to you. "What's this nonsense I hear about training someone from the Gojo Clan?"

"It's exactly what it sounds like," Toji replies with an icy gaze. "This girl asked me to train her, and I agreed."

"Why?"

"Just because I felt like it."

"Ha," Naobito scoffs. "Being an embarrassment to our clan wasn't enough for you, it seems. You're determined to make fools out of us all. To go as far as to sell yourself out to the Gojo Clan... how distasteful."

He proceeds to take another large gulp from his flask, and you wonder how he manages to stay somewhat sober with all the drinking he does. Well, that's beside the point. You can practically feel the hatred radiating off Toji right now. This whole meeting wasn't supposed to even happen canonically, and you actually wonder if Toji might lose control and start some shit. There's really no guarantee how this will go.

Still, you'd rather not create even more strife between clans, so you offer a reassuring smile as you gently squeeze Toji's hand. Perhaps you're reading into things too much, but the gesture seems to pacify him, at least for a little bit.

"And you," Naobito says, looking even more repulsed all of a sudden. He's staring pointedly in Satoru's direction now. "I don't recall inviting the esteemed Gojo Satoru for a visit. You just waltzed right in without permission, did you?"

He really hates Satoru's guts. Asshole leaders like him only care about one thing, and it's elevating their own status. He can't stand how much power and influence Satoru has, despite his young age. Jealousy, hatred, and bitterness seems to run rampant in the world of jujutsu sorcerers. Why can't everyone just be chill?

"I came here to protect [Name]," Satoru states, visibly unfazed.

"Why would the girl need your protection? What exactly are you accusing the Zen'in Clan of?"

"Nothing, really. I'm not sure why you're getting so defensive. Unless you really did have something unpleasant in mind."

...ugh. The tension is so thick you wouldn't even be able to cut it with a knife. You'll need a goddamn chainsaw at this rate. As much as you trust in Satoru, he unfortunately has a tendency to pick fights left and right. Both as a child and an adult.