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In all honesty, Yuuji had never thought it would end up like this. One second he was mourning by the gravestones of his friends and the next he was back in his gramps hospital. He quickly raised his hands against the onslaught of sunlight that attacked his eyes, a grave contrast to the gloominess of Shibuya. Carefully, he lowered his hands and surveyed the room, pulling out his broken phone which was the same model as before. The sunlight was already unsettling and with his old phone in hand, date and time flashing across the Lock Screen, he dropped into a panic. Before he could spiral completely though his phone flashed again reminding him it was June. June!
He straightened back up in shock.
June means a lot of things. If this was time travel, then it deviated from his original timeline which was becoming increasingly weird when he noticed the unfamiliar nurses rushing about. He relaxed his posture as he opened up his technique of soul searching, still not being able to catch a single shred of his gramps soul. Another depressing situation but one he got past once too many.
He quickly ran out of the hospital’s double sliding doors, looking around Sendai as his mind rebooted. June, 6 months in the past and 4 months until Shibuya. It was way too much for his brain to process but an episode would cost him time, time he didn’t have. So just like before, he pushed his feelings down and sprung into action, leaping onto the rooftops with cat-like grace. This was either the past or an alternate reality but he was inclined to believe the former as everything was in place. Curses check, cursed energy check, Jujutsu High? Don’t know yet.
He mulled over everything in his head, doing an internal scan as he preened his wings absentmindedly. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his cursed techniques and energy along with Sukuna’s were still within him but strangely, Sukuna himself was not. He groaned, dragging his hands across his face as he bemoaned his fate. Sukuna, another thing to worry about.
Quickly he reminded himself of Jujutsu High and Gojo-sensei, oh god Gojo-sensei. Priorities, he has them, in fact maybe he’ll get to test his techniques with him! He sighed before backing up for a running start, unfolding his wings (Hana’s cursed energy is so useful) as he went and launching into the air, leaving nothing but a poof of dust behind him.
Guess he’s off for Tokyo.
Tokyo
An hour later, he landed gracefully in front of Jujutsu’s gates, dusting himself off as he phased through, intentionally setting off the blaring alarms. With another tired sigh, he clamped both ears with his hands and plopped onto the floor to wait for someone to come.
It didn’t take long before running footsteps were heard and he raised his head to greet the newcomer but froze when he saw a shock of white hair. Instead of Gojo-sensei and his broom-like hair, there was a lanky teenager with hair just like a furby. He was just about to cry in despair when his horror took over at the sight of his teammates, young Kenjaku or Getou-san and short haired Ieiri-san. He could see how confused they were at him being a sitting duckling and just a bit weirded out when he threw himself backwards and curled into a ball, shaking all the while. The younger Gojo-sensei was the first to talk, voice expressing his bewilderment.
“Uh you good man? What’s a child like you doing here?” He asked, rounding his form until he could squat next to his horrified face. Yuuji just about screamed in reply, startling all of them. Before they could say anymore things however, he jolted back up into a sitting position, wings ruffled and raised as he yelled.
“Kenjaku you sick fucker, what was the use of throwing me into the past huh?! I WANTED GOJO-SENSEI NOT A GOJO SENPAI!”
Aggravated, he shook a fist at the sky before stomping his feet and willing himself to calm down. Right, this is Jujutsu High. No property damage Yuuji, you're not rich enough to pay for repairs. He settled his wings back down and plastered a bright smile on his face before turning back to the genuinely spooked trio and greeting them like nothing happened.
“Hello there! I’m very sorry as we seemed to get off on the wrong foot. I’m Itadori Yuuji and I came here to look for the older version of Gojo Satoru.” He beamed, extending a hand to the frozen statue of his past sensei. It took a second but soon enough, Gojo-sensei? Senpai? Was laughing and shaking his hand in excitement.
“You seem like just the thing Itadori Yuuji. I’ll take you to Yaga later but first why don’t you explain your little past situation hm?” He snickered, ignoring the exasperated looks of his teammates.
“Sure thing Gojo-senpai! But first, how about a cup of tea? It’s about to get real crazy in a second!” He agreed, pulling the both of them up with a flap of his wings.
“Why not, lead the way dear kohai!” The older flourished, dragging him past the other two despite his words. The said other two could only resignedly follow, much too used to the albino’s antics.
Step 1, getting into Jujutsu High accomplished. Still no Gojo-sensei though.