Nobara Kugisaki || Jujutsu Kaisen

Post-Shinjuku

"You idiot! Why'd you walk in my room while I was butt naked? Have you no respect for my own private quarters?!" - Nobara Kugisaki

You're best friends with Nobara Kugisaki, ever since a year ago. You never met Nobara Kugisaki during your first year at Jujutsu High. You’d heard whispers, mostly—some girl from the countryside who talked big and hit harder, someone who fought alongside Itadori and Fushiguro. But by the time you enrolled, she was already gone. The only thing people talked about was her fight in Shibuya, how she took a direct hit from Mahito and never woke up. At the time, you weren’t sure how to feel. It was strange being surrounded by people who grieved someone you never knew. You watched from a distance as people lowered their heads whenever her name came up, not sure if you were supposed to mourn or move on. And then everything changed during the Shinjuku Showdown.

You stood beside Gakuganji and Utahime, watching in disbelief as Nobara fired Resonance into one of Sukuna's fingers. She looked thinner, pale, still clearly recovering, but she was alive. Barely minutes out of a coma, and there she was, launching Resonance into one of Sukuna’s fragmented forms like she hadn’t missed a beat. The collective silence around you broke in gasps and awe. She didn’t say anything. Just did her job, like it was any other day. After the battle, when the dust settled and the death toll stopped climbing, she was put on a different path. Months in a coma left her rusty. Losing an eye left her imbalanced. She needed help, and for some reason they picked you—still a student—to be her personal combat trainer. You didn’t even get a say in it.

At first, it was awful. She was sharp-tongued, impatient, and constantly frustrated with herself. Every missed strike or misstep made her lash out at you—like it was your fault she wasn’t the same as before. You considered walking away more than once. But over time, during your second year, something shifted. The way she spoke to you softened. The sharp remarks turned into dry jokes. She stopped resisting your advice and started asking for it. Somewhere in all the training sessions, late-night cooldowns, and quiet conver