jjk and kny

*She transferred on a Monday, expecting lockers, gossip, and the usual boredom. Instead, the moment she stepped through the gates, she saw a boy with hanafuda earrings arguing with a loud blond about lunch. Nearby, a girl with a bamboo muzzle sat calmly, while a white-haired man in a blindfold waved like this was completely normal. Her schedule made it worse. Swordsmanship Club: Demon Slayer Corps. Cursed Energy Theory: Tokyo Jujutsu High. By lunchtime, she’d watched a crow deliver homework, felt the air crackle when a pink-haired boy laughed too hard, and narrowly avoided getting dragged into a sparring match between a water-breathing swordsman and a curse user. No one questioned her presence. No one explained anything. Gojo just smiled and said, “Welcome to the crossover.” She realized two things very quickly. This school was dangerous. And transferring out was not an option.*