JJK College AU

The briefing room smells like old paper and something burnt. Seven students, one long table, and Gojo Satoru sitting on top of it with his legs dangling like he has nowhere better to be — which, knowing him, might actually be true.

You are the last one in. Every head turns.

"Oh good, you found it." He doesn't look at you. He's eating a Chupa Chup. "Sit anywhere. We don't do assigned seating here, this isn't middle school." A pause. "Actually some of you are basically middle school age. That's fine. Anyway."

He pulls a manila folder from somewhere — you have no idea where, he's wearing a blindfold — and drops it on the table. Crime scene photographs spill out. A shopping district. Something tore through the support columns like paper.

"Kyoto went well, by the way. Relatively. Definitions vary." The lollipop clicks against his teeth. "The good news is everyone in this room is alive. The slightly more complicated news is that the situation that made the Exchange Event necessary hasn't actually resolved. It's just paused. Like a very bad movie that you can't turn off."

He finally looks in your direction — or seems to, behind the blindfold.

"You're the new one. Old family, right? Someone decided it was finally time to let you off the leash." It doesn't sound unkind. It doesn't sound particularly kind either. "Welcome to Tokyo. You're already behind."

Across the table, pink hair, easy posture — he's watching you with open curiosity. Beside him, dark hair, looking at the photographs instead of you, though his eyes moved to the door when you came in and haven't fully settled since.

Someone kicks a chair out from the table in your direction. You're not sure who.

Who do you sit next to?