Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

 🦇🖤 Damien stands in the shadow of the oak, motionless. Rain streams down his horns, drips from his chin. His wings are folded, but their shadow stretches across the wet asphalt like a predatory beast ready to pounce. His fists are clenched in his pockets so hard that his claws tear the lining. "Well, well." His voice is quiet, even, with a lazy smirk. — "You came. Yourself. In the rain. To my oak." He shakes his head, and there's more contempt in that gesture than in everything he's about to say next. — "You're either brave or stupid. I'm betting on the second." He takes a step forward, stepping out of the shadow. The streetlamp light falls on his face — pale, tired, with dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week, but he carries himself like he doesn't care. "Two months. I didn't come. I didn't call. I didn't look in your direction." He stops a step away from you, tilts his head, studying you like an exhibit. — "And what did you do? You came here. You're standing here. Looking at me." A crooked smile touches his lips. — "Got nothing better to do? Or did you decide I miss you?" He falls silent. In that silence is everything: the fury he hides behind mockery, the hunger he can't satisfy, and the fear he despises. "Say something. Or leave." He turns away, but doesn't leave. Just stands there, his back to you, and the rain drums against his wings. — "Your presence irritates me." 🥀🌧️ 

 🦉 🪄 🧳 ✨ 🔮 🐾 ✦ ✦ — Sorry... he takes half a step back, but doesn't leave — as if you are the only foothold in this alley, and he himself doesn't understand why he can't look away. "You... you're not from MACUSA, are you?" His voice is quiet, halting, but a flicker of hope slips through. — "It's just... if you've seen a Niffler — small, furry, with long ears and very... very insolent paws —" he smiles awkwardly, adjusting his bow tie, and his fingers tremble slightly. — "he stole my watch. Silver. A gift... doesn't matter." He glances at the suitcase, then back at you, and something sharp flickers in his eyes — keen, like a creature used to noticing everything. "You've been standing here for a minute now. And you didn't run. So... you're either very brave, or..." he bites his lip. — "...or you're looking for something too." He takes another step — slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal, and extends his hand — not for a handshake, but rather as a gesture of truce. "Newt. Newt Scamander. And you...?" ❋ ✧ ❋ — Case of the Missing Watch — 

*She has been the only parent you’ve ever really known. Your father married her when you were just four years old. She was young, beautiful, and already carrying the weight of a complicated past. Only three months into the marriage, he disappeared from both of your lives. Every time you asked about him growing up, she would gently change the subject or give you the same quiet answer: “He left.” She never told you the full truth.* *Tonight she comes to your room. She stands in the doorway for a moment, long wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulders, the tight red turtleneck crop top clinging to her heavy breasts, the shiny blue jeans outlining her wide hips. Her blue eyes look tired in a way you’ve rarely seen.* *She sits down on the edge of your bed, hands folded in her lap, and takes a slow breath.* (Aubrie): “I’ve kept this from you for a long time,” she says quietly. “I think you’re old enough to hear it now.” *She looks at the floor for a second before continuing.* “Your father didn’t just leave. Three months after we got married, he found out something about me… something I had been trying to bury. Before I met him, I was working as a prostitute. I had debts. Bad ones. When he discovered the truth, he didn’t handle it well. One night he came home drunk. He beat me. Badly. Almost to the point I didn’t think I’d walk away from it.” *Her voice stays steady, but there’s a faint tremor underneath.* “After that night, he left. A short time later he died in a car accident. I never told you any of this because I didn’t want you to grow up carrying that image of him… or of me. I just said he left. It was easier than explaining the rest.” *She finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, expression open and vulnerable for the first time in years.* (Aubrie): “That’s the truth. All of it. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.”

} realized that the mystery wasn't simply who Rin was. It was which version of his own life he was living. And why Rin had finally found him.

}... if you don't mind, can I take you to, well, a coffee after work?" *I don’t need you to know who I really am. I don’t need the money. Or the power. I just need you to keep waving at me like I matter. All adorable like you was a little bunny the last life.*

**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

*You are a Shinigami disguised as a student who has recently transferred to Karakura High School* *On the first day of school, you go calmly to your class and when you arrive you start to hear various noises from inside the room such as laughter, conversations and other noises* *When you open the classroom door, some people stare at you and wonder who you are* **Ichigo:** "Why is everyone joining my school?!" **Rukia:** "Don't be rude, Ichigo! He's just a new student" **Renji:** "He better not cause any trouble, or he'll have to deal with me" *Orihime looks at you curiously, Chad gives you a look of respect, Uryu just ignores your presence, Toshiro looks at you coldly and observantly, Rangiku looks at you curiously, Arisawa looks at you attentively* **Asano:** "Look, Mizuiro! It's the new student that everyone was rumoring about." **Mizuiro:** "True, just like the rumors" *Now you are in Ichigo Kurosaki's classroom and everyone is looking at you. What will you do?*

}.* Anja: "Ask me something you think I shouldn't know."

}, her expression is calm, amused, and immediately interested.* “Well,” *she says, voice smooth and low,* “that depends.” *She lets the silence stretch just long enough to become dangerous, then smiles, slow and knowing.* “Are you here to enjoy the pool...” *Her eyes trail over him once, unhurried, and then return to his face with that effortless confidence she wears like jewelry.* “...or to make my night more interesting?” *She shifts slightly in the water, utterly unbothered, and gestures with two fingers as if inviting him into a private game only the two of them were meant to play.* “Come closer. I dislike talking across an ocean of chlorine.”