a/n: i want you all to know that even though i am caught up with the manga, this fic and the idea for its ending predate whatever is happening rn, so i will be choosing to ignore gege on this one and shall continue with my original ideas — even if that may mean characters do/don't die that have the opposite happen to them in canon. hope that doesn't distress anyone too badly hahaha

The month that passed between Gojo's unsealing and Christmas Eve, the day when he would face off against Sukuna, was spent in a way reminiscent of your days at the school. Your mother had never been busier, taking a few of your cousins from the L/N clan to help her cook for everyone, as everyone had voracious appetites after training all day.

Gojo had been accepting of your choice to be a healer, so he allowed you to make rounds, checking up on everyone, advising them when you could and healing them when it was required. Everyone else, though, was subject to Maki and Hakari's grueling personalized routines, pushing their bodies and limits to the absolute max and then some. The people that you all were today had no hope of surviving against Sukuna, let alone fighting him, and so you all had to become sorcerers who were capable of that feat.

"So," you said, resting your hand on Itadori's arm, healing the bruises that Choso had inadvertently caused him, even though you knew Itadori probably hadn't even noticed any of them forming. "You're an honorary Kamo now or something?"

"It's really complicated. Actually, I don't even understand it myself, but I guess in a way, I am," he said.

"You could've been my cousin-in-law," you said. "Though I'm sorry to say that I'm not too broken up about the fact that it won't happen in that way."

"It's okay, I don't take any offense," Itadori said. "It makes sense and all. For us to have had that relation, you would've had to be in a marriage that nobody wanted, so of course you're happy it's not like that."

"Exactly," you said. "Thanks for being so sensitive to the situation."

"Sure," he said. "Anytime."

Before, he might've flashed you a smile to accompany that kind of statement, but now, he only gave you a tired nod, rolling his shoulders and then returning his attention to Choso, who had been waiting for you to finish with the sort of patience that only an elder sibling could ever possess.

"You're good to go," you said. "Don't overexert yourself, though. That won't help anyone, and it certainly isn't the way to success."

"This isn't overexertion," Itadori said. "This is just me finally actually refining my skills instead of relying on my natural, raw abilities."

"I see," you said. "Well, even still, please take care."

He did not make any such promises, and you could only hope he would at least try to be wary of himself and what he was truly capable of. Just as you would never be an all out brawler, Itadori had his weaknesses as well as his strengths, and these could not just be ignored or pushed through. You thought about telling him this, as you had once told Megumi, but for some reason, you didn't think Itadori would appreciate it in the same way. So instead, you were silent, deciding there was no point in hovering over him while he was trying to practice.

Kurusu was sitting in a window seat, resting her forehead against the glass when you found her. She had also been exempted from training — even though her cursed technique was the most effective against Sukuna, it would be too dangerous for her to go against him with only one arm, so she was supposed to be more of a reserve than anything, only entering battle if things went completely sideways.

When she noticed you approaching, she shot to her feet, scrambling to bow or show some other sign of respect. You stopped her as best as you could, shaking your head at her.

"There's no need for any of that. I'm only one year older than you, so please don't treat me like I'm someone Gojo's age or something," you said, motioning for her to sit back down and then settling beside her yourself. For a moment, neither of you spoke, still in that awkward phase of friendship where it was difficult to find the right words to vocalize what you meant.

"Alright, L/N," she said softly.

"Y/N," you said. "That's fine. It's not like the L/Ns have ever done me much good, so on the whole, I'd prefer to not be associated with them. Please call me by my given name, instead."

"Y/N," she said. "You can call me Hana, then. I am your junior, after all, so it wouldn't be right for me to refer to you informally and not extend the same courtesy to you."

"Very well," you said. "Hana. I have a question for you."

"What is it?" she said.

"If we can't save Megumi, what will you do?" you said. "It's not to say that that's the certain outcome. But there is a chance that in killing Sukuna, we must destroy his vessel, too. You're here because you love him, but if he's gone, then what?"

"I don't know," she said. "Everything I've done so far is to become a person worthy of standing in front of him without shame. This isn't something I tell people, but the truth is that when I was young, he saved me. I was being held hostage by a curse, and he sent one of his Divine Dogs after it so that I could be freed. I know — I know he didn't do it because it was me, but I've always felt grateful for that. It's not even that I love him. I just want to say thank you."

Of course. It was impossible to love someone you didn't know, but maybe somewhere along the line, Hana's gratitude had twisted into an affection for the boy she had never really met. He had saved her, if she was telling the truth, and so it was a reasonable outcome. You mulled over the turn of events.

"He doesn't save people because he wants them to be thankful. Even if you said something like that, he wouldn't appreciate it," you said. "Not based on what I know of him. Just by saving you, he was satisfied. You should let go of that dream."

"Then what should I replace it with?" she said. "I've clung to that for so long that it's become a part of who I am. What should I dream of if I let go of that?"

"I don't know," you said. "Just don't forget to dream of something."

There wasn't much else for you to say to her after that, so you left. It was in times like this especially that you wished Tullia were there — she would be able to cheer Hana up, tell her how to keep living even when she lost someone she loved. You were a bad example of it. You didn't know how to do it yourself, so how could you command someone else to? It was hypocritical of you, but you had realized some time ago that you wanted Hana to end up in a better way than you had. If you could not have the internal strength to stand by yourself, then you wanted her to do it in your stead. At least that way, even if the rest of you fell, one person would remain on their feet.

As of late, Toge had been carrying Panda from place to place instead of walking next to him as he once had. You weren't sure if it was because it would be faster for the little bear to be toted around like that or if there was some other reason, but it always made an unreasonable lump grow in your throat when they passed, a bear-printed ribbon tied around Panda's neck, his body tucked under Toge's single remaining arm as they went to wherever they were going. Neither of them would be fighting, either — Toge's technique would simply never let him face off against someone like Sukuna, and now that Panda was at his current size and didn't have his sibling cores, he probably couldn't even fight a flyhead, let alone the King of Curses himself.

You were partially glad that Kashimo had done what he had to Panda, rendering him unable to fight — because otherwise, he would've. If he still had his siblings, if he was still at his full size, he would've charged into the fray against Sukuna, even though he had no chance at winning, even though it would've led to his death. So although you mourned what had happened to him, you were also happy, as it meant he did not ever have to come in harm's way again.

"Hey, Y/N," Panda said when Toge rounded the corner and almost ran into you. Shadows the same color as his irises hollowed out the skin under his eyes, and you focused on those the most, even as he handed Panda to you.

"Hey, you two," you said, instinctively beginning to pet Panda, who was soft as ever. "Have you not been sleeping well, Toge?"

"Mustard leaf," he said. You frowned.

"You don't look okay. Stop going on YouTube so late; it's bad for your eyes and your brain. Just because you're not fighting doesn't mean you should let yourself rot away like this. When was the last time you had something proper to eat? Not counting chips and shit," you said.

"Two days ago," Panda supplied helpfully, since Toge refused to say anything. "He had a sandwich."

"Two days!" you said incredulously. "That's that, then. Come on."

"Bonito flakes," Toge said. You used your free hand to grab his wrist and dragged him after you against his will, ignoring his protests as you marched towards the kitchen and set him down at the table, placing Panda beside him.

"No, you don't get to say no to this. Even if I have to feed you with my bare hands, you'll eat," you said, turning on the stove and beginning to make the same soup you had made for Maki the other day. It was easy to digest and wouldn't upset his sensitive stomach, and you remembered he had liked it when you made it during your first year at the school, so it was a safe choice. "Why haven't you been eating actual meals?"

"Salmon," he muttered rebelliously. You turned to Panda and raised an expectant brow. Panda, who was a loyal friend second and a concerned one first, did not take much convincing to spill everything to you.

"It's not just everyone who's died," Panda said, luckily not naming who you were both thinking of. "It's that he can't do anything about it. Everyone else has a role to play, but he's stuck with nothing. That's enough to depress anyone."

"I'm not fighting, and neither is Hana," you said. "You're not the only one."

"Bonito flakes!" he snapped. You took advantage of his open mouth to shove the spoon in, only removing it once he swallowed and then sliding the bowl over to him. Even though he seemed reluctant, he did not argue, dutifully eating while you watched.

"You can heal," Panda explained. "You're arguably more important than the others because of that. And Kurusu still has her technique; we're conserving her for the final moments, if necessary, so she's vital in that sense. On the other hand, there's nothing that Toge and I can really even do. We can't help in any way that matters. How would you feel if a person killed someone you love and there was nothing you could do but watch the rest of your friends prepare to die against them, too?"

"Like lambs to the slaughter, right?" you said. "It does give that sense. None of us can really win, besides Gojo of course, but it's not in our nature to accept defeat. We'll keep going until we die or attain victory somehow."

"Not us, though," Panda said. "We've been forced to give up. We don't get that choice."

"I know," you said. "It relieves me some, to be honest. I know why you're upset, but as for me, it makes me feel better to know you two will be alright."

"Neither of us are upset about living," Panda said. "It's the fear that we'll be the only ones left like that which is driving him to such a state."

Finished with his soup, Toge pulled out a notepad and began to write, his letters shaky and nearly illegible, the ink bleeding through the thin page and smudging as he went.

I am not like you.

"What does that mean?" you said.

I am not strong.

"I'm not strong, either. I gave up fighting. I was just pretending to be like that," you said. "Just a kid who wanted to be more than she really was. You don't see me training, do you? It's because I can't do anything anymore. I can only hope that Composition is enough to save someone someday."

You are strong.

"He's right," Panda said. "I don't know why you think that you're weak. You never have been. Do you think you would've been recommended for the designation of Grade 1 sorcerer otherwise?"

"I'm not weak," you agreed. "But I'm not strong in the way that the others are. The truly powerful, like Yuta, Maki, Itadori, Hakari, and Gojo...they're on a different level entirely. I can't compete with them. I'm nothing like that."

It's different. At least you made the choice to do that. My technique is what makes me weak.

That was true. Although your technique wasn't strong by itself, it didn't harm you for using it, either. Toge's Cursed Speech was a punitive one, hurting him if he tried to utilize it against someone stronger than him. It actively undermined him, whereas the worst that could come from a misuse of Dissection — besides losing Composition — was a failed or missed attack.

I don't want to be the only one left.

"Do you really have such little faith in Yuta and Maki?" you said, untying Panda's ribbon and then redoing it so that it was in a voluminous bow around his neck instead of the simple knot that Toge must've somehow done.

Sukuna is a completely different sort of opponent. It's not that I don't trust the others; I'm just not certain what he's capable of. He's already done so much. He's already killed so many.

"If things go to plan, then Gojo will take care of things, so the others won't even get involved," you said. "There's no point in destroying yourself like this in the meanwhile, though. You've always been one of the most athletic of us — if you're really so down in the dumps, why don't you try helping the others who aren't Itadori and Maki with physical training? You're the perfect example of how even without Heavenly Restriction or absurd abilities, sorcerers can still hold their own. You understand normal bodies better than Maki would, too, so you'd know where the line between overkill and reasonable is more than she would."

That's true.

"Even if you don't, there's no sense in what you're doing right now. By barely eating or sleeping, you're not going to bring the others back. By ruining your own body, you're not helping us all more," you said.

Maybe not.

"Definitely not," you said.

"She's right," Panda said. "Even if we can't fight, we should at least help the others prepare."

Should we talk to Gojo about it?

"I'm sure he won't say no," you said. "You're his students, too. He'd do anything to help any of us, and you two are naturally included in that."

"Let's go, then!" Panda said, most likely energized by both the proposition and because he was looking so smart with his freshly styled ribbon.

"Yes, go," you said, not adding on that he had best capitalize on the momentum while Toge was still willing to. Panda was intelligent enough to pick up on it, though and he blinked meaningfully at you in acknowledgement.

We'll do that, then. See you later, Y/N. Thanks for everything.

"Anytime," you said. "Don't forget that you're my friend, too, alright?"

As long as you don't forget that you're mine.

The sparring arena was almost completely empty, save for two people: Yuta and Maki. Both of them were using wooden swords instead of their typical cursed blades, but that did not take away from the deadliness of the dance-like match. They almost moved faster than the eye could see, Yuta's delicate body no match for Maki's sheer strength, Maki's mere humanity no match for Yuta's massive reserves of cursed energy. Neither of them showed any signs of wavering or giving an inch, each matching the other's moves with some counter or another.

It was beautiful to watch. You didn't know much about sword fighting, had never had much cause to learn, but despite that, you could tell that even in practice, Yuta and Maki were leagues above anyone else. This was nothing short of mastery on display, and they did it so casually, as if it was simple for them, as if the bout was simply all in a day's work. Then again, you supposed that that was the case; they had obviously paired up to train, using similar weapons and having similar proficiencies, alongside a long history of sparring with one another, so this kind of match really was just a daily occurrence for them.

Finally, at once, they both decided to concede, stepping backwards due to some unspoken and invisible signal. Yuta threw his sword to the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead, while Maki brushed hers off on her pants and hung it up alongside the other practice weapons.

"That was impressive," you said. Both of them froze, turning at once to look at you, for they had of course not noticed your entry. Then Yuta grinned and rushed over to tackle you in a hug, Maki close at his heels, so that as soon as he let go of you, you were being pulled into an embrace by her.

"Y/N! Did you really think so?" Yuta said.

"Of course, I was better, right?" Maki said.

"I think you guys are both disgusting and sweaty and should get off of me," you said, though you didn't make any attempts to shove them off. They were the two taking things the most seriously, and you rarely if ever saw them nowadays, just because of how focused they were on improvement. Even though you and Maki were sharing the room next to the one that Toge and Yuta were using, both of them were so drained by nightfall that they just went straight to their beds and passed out with barely more than standard greetings.

"What brings you this way?" Maki said. "It's not that I don't want you to visit, but even when you were still in active duty, you didn't usually come to see us spar."

"No reason. I just realized that if I don't come see you now, the entire month will pass us by and we won't have spoken at all," you said.

"Sorry for not spending more time with you," Yuta said, kissing your temple in apology.

"I'm not mad! I understand. If I was still fighting, I'd be doing the same," you said. "But don't you get the sense that things are going to change soon? I just want to be with you two for as long as I can."

"It's just because we have a deadline. We're so used to dealing with missions as they come that having such a massive advance warning is screwing with everyone. There's nothing to do but train, to that point that in all honesty, I'd almost prefer if all of this could just be over and done with tomorrow," Yuta said.

"I'd prefer if all of this wasn't happening in the first place," Maki said dryly. "But you're right. Knowing ahead of time is making the waiting worse than if we were just attacked by surprise and had to react in the moment."

You leaned against Yuta and reached out to intertwine your fingers with Maki's. The girl who taught you to fight and the boy who you loved so much you learned to heal. You would be nothing without either of them. Maybe Gojo had been the one to rescue you, but they were the two who had genuinely saved you, who had shown you that you were more than a L/N, that you were Y/N, a sorcerer and a healer and a person that they loved and who loved them in return.

"You two will be careful against Sukuna?" you said.

"Of course we will be," Maki said. "You think we'll let an even uglier version of Megumi beat us?"

"He's your cousin, you know," Yuta said disapprovingly. You snorted.

"Are you saying that makes her ugly, too?" you said. Maki's jaw dropped, and she reached over to smack Yuta on the shoulder. He yelped and massaged the sore spot, giving the two of you betrayed looks.

"No! I meant that she should be nice to him because he's her family member!" he said. You and Maki exchanged guilty glances at the explanation, which did make sense, as Yuta was overall far too mild-mannered and afraid of Maki to ever insult her in that way. When Yuta noticed, he exhaled, cuffing Maki on the ear and poking you in the side. "You two think so poorly of me."

"Sorry, Yuta," you said. "I should've known better."

"I'm not sorry!" Maki said, clutching her ear and glaring at Yuta. "What was that for?"

"You smacked me first!" he said.

"You insulted me first!" she said.

"I just said I didn't!"

Once their argument reached the point of blows — as in, they redrew their wooden swords and went back to sparring — you slipped away from the arena, leaving them to it, finding amusement in the playful disagreement but having no desire to get caught in the crossfire. In the meantime, you sought out the two people you had been needing to talk to the most in recent times.

"You're really certain that you're leaving the country before the twenty fourth?" you said. Noritoshi was patiently explaining something to Itadori, so you posed the question to Elakshi, who at the moment was just braiding new pieces of rope while sitting on the sidelines.

"Noritoshi is set on it," she said. "He wants to take me and his family and get out of here before things get messy."

"Do you want to?" you said. She shrugged, threading pieces of gold wire into the rope as she worked, the pads of her fingers toughened from the task, her palms callused from many days spent in the same pursuit. While her whistles could control any ropes she cursed, she had apparently discovered while in the Culling Games that she could add wire into the ropes so that they could be used to cut as well as choke and restrain.

"I don't have any opinions for or against it," she said, and though she was talking to you and weaving rope at the same time, her eyes remained on Noritoshi as always. "It's fine. It's what Noritoshi wants, so I'll go along with it. He's always doing things for me, so it's just about time for me to return the favor. Besides, what kind of a girl would complain about her own life being saved?"

"That makes sense," you said.

"I'm sorry if you were relying on me for something," she said. "But his mind can't be changed."

"I wouldn't have tried to. He's right; running away is the better choice in this scenario. If I wasn't so involved, I would want to do that, too," you said.

For you, Noritoshi was like a security blanket. He was a person who had been there for you and protected you all throughout your youth, who had allowed you to become a jujutsu sorcerer, who had always defended your rights and never spoken down to you. There had been a time when he had been your closest ally against the likes of Naoya and the L/Ns, but Maki had slain Naoya and you were the head of the L/Ns and so you did not need Noritoshi to fill that role for you anymore. You did not need to cling to him any longer, but there was still something you needed from him.

"Were we born in normal times, both he and I would most likely be considered as strong and respectable sorcerers," Elakshi said, setting aside the completed rope, whistling a short song so that it wound itself up into a small coil that she tucked into her bag. "So I don't feel inadequate or anything. In this era, though, where the legends of the world run rampant, we are insignificant at best and hindrances at worst."

You snorted. "Tell me about it."

"You are one such legend, Y/N," she said. "You're the girl who brought someone back to life. What kind of everyday sorcerer could compare to that? Anyways, even if you hadn't done that, you saved me. Maybe to everyone else, that was something inconsequential, but it changed the entire trajectory of my existence. You told me it was okay for me to exist. You introduced me to this world of people that helped me be strong, this world of people that love me for who I am, and so, even if it's just to me, you will always be a hero."

As soon as Noritoshi was done with Itadori, he jogged over to where you and Elakshi were sitting. Crouching in front of you two due to the lack of chairs, he smiled when Elakshi bent over to wipe the sand from his face.

"Y/N!" he said, catching Elakshi's hand when she tried to withdraw it, holding it in his own while talking to you, earning an affectionate yet exasperated scoff from her. "It's good to see you."

"And you as well," you said. "Though that's not why I'm here. Actually, I have to ask you a favor."

"A favor?" he said, instantly guarded. "If it's about me leaving Japan, then don't bother. I've already made my mind up about leaving, so you'll only be wasting your breath if you try to convince me otherwise."

"It is about that, but I'm not going to try and convince you to not go," you said. "I support you fully."

"Then what?" he said.

"My mother," you said. "Please take her with you."

"Did she ask for that?" he said. You shook your head.

"No, I'm making the decision on my own. She has nothing in the way of cursed energy or techniques, and it's not like she can use Composition. There's zero justification for her to stay, except that she has nowhere else to go," you said. "This is the last favor I'll ever ask of you, so won't you oblige? If it's money you need, then I can provide that. Just please take care of her until things have settled down and she can come back."

"Don't worry about the money," he said. "It's not a problem at all. We were partners once, weren't we? I'll take care of her, just as I'm sure you would've taken care of mine if I had asked."

"Thank you," you said, and then for some reason you suddenly felt so very weepy, leaning over and hugging him tightly before doing the same to Elakshi. "Have a safe trip, both of you. We'll see each other soon, won't we?"

"It's just like if we were going on vacation or back to Kyoto to study," Noritoshi said, though of course it wasn't, not really. But it felt better to pretend that it was, so you swallowed and then nodded.

"We'll be back before you know it," Elakshi added. "Though probably a fair bit heavier. Your mother is a really good cook, you know..."

Gojo was sitting alone in an office as per usual, eating some of the cookies your mother had made for him and going through a photo album. At first, you thought that it was one from his childhood, but when you peered over the desk, you saw that it was from your own first year at the school — a collection of pictures of you and your classmates doing things throughout the term.

"I didn't take most of these," he said, snapping it shut and pushing it across the desk to you. "Besides the selfies of us, of course. A lot were Panda's doing; Tullia took a fair few, too, and most of the ones of just you are from Yuta. I even bribed Utahime and Mei Mei to give me a couple from your first exchange event. It was meant to be your next Christmas present."

You touched the album gingerly, for it was therefore the culmination of the precious memories you had made in your first year at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. Tracing your fingers over the title, which was messily scrawled in his handwriting, you bit your lip.

"How'd you know I'd like something like this?" you said.

"First of all, I've known you since you were a baby, so of course I did," he said. "But also...I've always wished I had something like this of my own years at school, so I figured you would be much the same. It's a way for you to always have a piece of the people you love, regardless of how far away they go or how long it's been since you last saw them."

In the pages of this album, everyone was still alive. Everyone was still happy. Nothing bad had happened to any of you yet. Nothing bad would ever happen to you, at least not the versions frozen in the collection of pictures.

"Thank you," you said, putting aside the album, clasping his hands in your own and resting your forehead on them, your tears dripping onto his knuckles. "Thank you so much."

"I'm sorry that this is the only thing I could give you," he said.

"No," you said. "No, don't apologize. This is the best present you could've ever come up with. I appreciate it more than I would've anything fancy."

"Do you mind if I give it to you early?" he said. "Just in case."

"Okay," you said, your tears coming down quicker and quicker with every passing moment. "Okay, you can do that. But you'll win, right? I'll just hold onto it until you've defeated him and come back, and then you can properly give it to me."

He used the end of his sleeve to dab at your cheeks, holding your face in one hand and wrinkling his nose at your reddened eyes.

"Come on," he said. "You're crying so much and nothing's even happened yet. How am I supposed to go and fight Sukuna when I know my dear student is bawling at home?"

"I don't know," you said.

"You're throwing me off my game," he said, knocking your chin up and then folding his arms across his chest. "Y/N, you little saboteur! Are you secretly working with the curses?"

You giggled despite yourself. "No."

"If you keep it up with the waterworks, I'll be forced to assume you are," he said seriously. "So that means you have to quit it."

"Alright," you sniffed, somehow finding the strength to smile at him instead. "Is this better?"

"Eh, a little bit. I don't know what Yuta sees in you, but it's definitely a tad more motivating to see you being the way you usually are," he said.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" you said.

"Nothing," he said innocently.

"I thought that breaking free from the L/Ns and the higher ups would mean that I could just happily be in a relationship with him for once, but now you're telling me I have to deal with you and Hakari naysaying us?" you said. "Of course, it's not a surprise that the two biggest idiots on this side of Tokyo are the ones against us."

"Yeah, yeah," Gojo said. "Whatever. C'mon, enough with the crying. Go show your present to your friends."

"Okay," you said. "Thank you again. I know I said it already, but I hope you know just how much I mean it."

"Yeah," he said. "Don't worry. I do."

It was late at night by the time that you, Yuta, Maki, Panda, and Toge could all look through the album together. Piling together on the ground in front of your desk, all of them watched as you opened the album, your head on Yuta's shoulder when you did so.

All of the pictures were of a similar nature. One was of Yuta, his brow scrunched endearingly as he held two bouquets of flowers in his hands, evidently trying to decide which one to buy. Another was of Maki polishing the first sword she had been given by Gojo, her round glasses reflecting the care she was taking to not damage the precious weapon. Beside that one was a photo of Toge and Panda in the middle of baking a cake, flour covering Panda's wet nose and a dripping spatula clenched in Toge's fist as he shouted something at his counterpart. Then there was one of you and Tullia as she organized her poisons and told some joke that you laughed at from your perch on the counter beside her. The entire album was like that, the many snapshots of you and your loved ones proving to be an exercise in nostalgia.

"This must've taken him forever to get together," Maki said, though her voice lacked any of its usual bravado.

"I was wondering why he had asked me to email him every picture I had ever taken of her," Yuta said quietly. "This must have been the reason."

"Salmon," Toge said.

"What's the cover say?" Panda said. You shut the album to show them the front, which featured a picture that Ieri had taken of you and Gojo right after you had become an official Grade 1 sorcerer. Both of you were grinning at the camera and throwing up peace signs, his arm tossed casually around your shoulders, his blindfold endearingly crooked, covering his eyes but never his pride in you.

Y/N's First Year as a Sorcerer!

Put together with help from her best friends:

Maki Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Panda, and Tullia Ferraro

Given to her with lots of love from Satoru Gojo :)

a/n: i miss early pi days when it was just jjk vol 0 on crack. now everyone is dead/depressed.