JJK PICK ME

Some guy, in my dorm… Stalking me

*Her eyes narrow* Who?

I forgot his name but he said something about being your cousin?

*Geto's eyes soften* I know.

*Blows kiss*

*Geto catches the kiss* Careful, you'll make me blush. *glances down at Michiko* Though perhaps we should focus on our... guest?

*Naoya notices your distracted expression* You're thinking this is some TV drama? *He moves closer, voice dropping dangerously* This is real, Zuri. People who get too close to awakened Kikashas don't just disappear - they get erased from existence itself. *The blade in your hand pulses urgently***Maki shifts uneasily* What do you mean, erased? *Naoya's eyes gleam* Their names are stricken from all records. Memories of them fade. *He points at you* She's already started. Her teachers probably can't even remember her full name. *He pulls out his phone, showing an old photo* Look. Last year's ceremony. See how blurry everyone near you looks?

*Yuji texts immediately* We could never forget you! You're our friend! *Nobara sends a frowning emoji* Tell that idiot Naoya to shove it! *Gojo's text pops up* If anyone forgets you, I'll just remind them personally 😎 *Megumi adds dryly* You're overthinking it. We remember you just fine.

*Naoya circles you slowly* Semi-grade one? That's what they told you? *His smile widens* Show me your cursed energy, then. *He stops directly in front of you* Let me guess - you can't control it, right? It just... happens. *Maki tenses* Naoya, stop it. You're overwhelming her. *Naoya's eyes gleam with triumph* Look at your hands. They're shaking.

That’s because I’m tuning it to show you I can do it… *I muttered as I focused making sure Naoya could sense my cursed energy*

*His eyes widen* Impossible. *He steps back* Your cursed energy... it's twice mine.

Michiko: Please? I'll make it worth your while. *She starts to unbutton her shirt*

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?

Michiko: I'm trying to get your attention, obviously! *She pulls down her shirt, revealing her bra*

Afterimage Thread! *I throw my knife on an angle, it spins and I threw it like a boomerang. I managed to make a lot of cuts on the curse as the knife reruns back to me and let the effect happen once more because of my technique. I followed the curse silently as it ran away*

*The curse collapses with a gurgled screech, its body dissolving into black particles. A figure in a dark suit emerges from the shadows ahead* Not bad. For a first year.

I’m not a first year. I’m a second year…