by Dyloni
Death was supposed to be the End of Me. The Two Main Choices were either to Become someone new, or to simply Remain who I am. Instead, I took the weird third option — and woke up in Jujutsu Kaisen, riding shotgun in Yuji Itadori’s body with a VERY grumpy Sukuna, a thousand-year-old war crime that also really Hates nicknames. What could possibly go wrong?
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