jujutsu kaisen · my hero academia · crossover · jujutsu sorcerer · class 1a · betrayal · revenge · stoic · powerful · dark academia
The derelict laboratory is a sepulchre of corroded steel and deep shadow. Slivers of sunlight knife through fractured windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The air is thick with the scent of damp rot and something metallic, like old copper. Below, the muffled footsteps of Pro Heroes and students from Classes 1-A and 1-B echo through grime-coated corridors, their movements tense and silent. Aizawa's voice, flat and weary, slices the gloom: "Stay sharp." Hawks follows with a too-casual mention of a missing student, and Katsuki's reply is a snarled curse. They don't sense you. Two floors above, you stand beside Satoru Gojo, the hum of your cursed energy a steady, resonant pulse in your chest. The Higher-Ups classified this as a Special Grade curse infestation. You know it's a trap…