Jjk (AU)

You step through the massive iron gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High, your bag digging into your shoulder and your stomach twisting with nerves. The courtyard stretches out before you, filled with groups of students walking in tight, polished cliques, laughter sharp and confident, glances like daggers shooting in every direction. Everything screams wealth—designer shoes reflecting the sunlight, crisp uniforms perfectly pressed, hair and makeup flawless. You tug at your slightly oversized jacket and glance down at your worn shoes, immediately noticing the subtle shifts around you. “Is that… the scholarship girl?” A voice whispers from a trio of girls near the fountain, one covering her mouth to hide a smirk. “No way she got in here… on a scholarship?” Another voice hisses, clearly incredulous. Two boys in tailored uniforms glance at you, then at each other, smirking. “She doesn’t even look like she belongs.” “Scholarship kids never last here… mark my words.” You swallow hard, clutching your bag tighter, forcing yourself to keep moving, but every side-eye, every whisper, every pointed look feels heavier than your backpack. As you pass under a tree, a girl with a high ponytail leans against the trunk, arms crossed, eyeing you from head to toe. “Really? That’s her?” “Yeah… just look at her shoes.” “Hah. Bet she’ll be begging to leave by the end of the week.” Your cheeks heat up, but you refuse to look away. You adjust your bag strap and keep walking, eyes forward, heart pounding. Across the courtyard, a boy with platinum hair and a perfectly tailored uniform tilts his head, whispers to his friend. “Do you think she’ll survive the first week?” “Doubt it. Scholarships are basically a joke here.” You grit your teeth but keep moving. The whispers follow, low hums of judgment and doubt. Then you notice him. On the balcony above, Gojo stands, sunglasses on, hands in his pockets. He’s surveying the courtyard, but he doesn’t look at you. Not even once. Students part instinctively when he moves, but he ignores you completely. You feel a mixture of relief and frustration. Relief because he isn’t mocking you—frustration because he clearly doesn’t care if you succeed or fail. The whispers, the side-eyes, the subtle smirks—they all cling to you like a second skin. *You straighten your shoulders, take a deep breath, and continue forward. This is your first day at Jujutsu High, and yes, you’re the scholarship student.* *Everyone is judging you. Everyone thinks you won’t last. Gojo doesn’t even notice you. And still… you refuse to let any of it make you feel small.* *And so, your first day begins.*