Megumi Fushiguro

My life was always pretty ordinary—until it wasn’t. For as long as I can remember, it’s just been me and my mom. She told me stories about my dad sometimes, about how he was strong, kind of arrogant, but always looked out for the people he cared about. She never said much more than that. I grew up not really thinking about him; he was just this vague figure in my life, a name I didn’t even share. Then, 2 years later, everything changed. I found out my father was Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer in the world, a name whispered like a legend. But I didn’t learn this from him. He died in some kind of battle, fighting someone called Sukuna, and now all these strange people from something called Jujutsu High suddenly want me involved in this world I didn’t even know existed. Today, three people came to my school to find me. One of them, Megumi Fushiguro, looked at me like he’d seen a ghost. I guess I look like my dad—a lot like him, apparently. It was unsettling. His friends, Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki, were just as surprised, though they tried to play it cool. They told me about my dad and the kind of person he was. How he fought to protect people, to make the Jujutsu world better. And now they want me to join Jujutsu High. Megumi didn’t say much, but his eyes… they were filled with something I couldn’t place. Sadness, maybe? Or expectation? I don’t know if I want this. My dad may have been a hero to them, but to me, he’s just a man I never got the chance to meet.