Chapter:3 "Gege Akutami?"

My footsteps echoed against the tatami flooring as i followed him down a narrow hallway, pulse pounding, eyes darting across the paper walls as if they might fold away into something familiar—something sane.

He opened a sliding door to a dim room with a low table, lined with books, scrolls, and old papers. I stood frozen at the threshold.

"Come in," he said gently, motioning to the cushion across from him. He was calm. Too calm. Like he had done this a thousand times before.

I didn't move.

"Who are you?" I asked again, voice brittle, body trembling from fear and confusion. "Tell me the truth this time."

He took a slow breath. "I already did. My name is Gege Akutami."

The name hit me like a knife.wait!

"...What?" My voice came out hoarse.

"I said—"

"No. Shut up," i snapped, stumbling back a step. "What did you just say?"

He met my gaze, steady. "You know the n—."

"No..Shut up" i whispered, shaking my head violently. "You're lying. That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny."

"No. No—you're just some creep, some lunatic playing with my head. That's all this is, right? You want to mess with me? You kidnapped me, you dumped me in some fake-ass cosplay town—" my voice cracked. "You expect me to believe I'm in some... some anime universe you wrote?"

"I didn't bring you here."

"You're the author of Jujutsu Kaisen. You wrote this world," i spat. "So tell me—what the hell are you doing here?"

He was quiet.

After some time

"You killed them," i said, my voice splintering. "You killed every character that i loved you killed Nanami,Toji,Choso."

My voice broke on that last name, and my fists clenched.

"You killed him."

"I—"

"Why?!" I screamed, lunging toward the table as he flinched . "He was my favorite! He was kind, and broken, and just trying to be a brother! He—he didn't deserve to die! You just wrote him out like he didn't matter. You tore people apart like it was nothing. And now you're here, in the world you made, acting like some kind of god?" I pointed a finger at him. "I should expose you. I should tell everyone what you did."

"I didn't want this," he said softly, but i wasn't listening.

"You destroyed people. You enjoyed it. You made us love them and then you tore them away." I gave a hysterical laugh. "And now I'm stuck in your twisted universe with you you rotten tomatoes you round rotten potato you pathetic ant you ugly rat you ahhhh i gave you death threats through email but now i could just kill you right hereeee."

I looked at him, finally still, breathing like i had run a marathon.

"You're a monster."

He didn't defend himself. He just looked at me—-quiet, unreadable."So you are one of them" he whispered which i didn't heard

I waited for him to say something. Some twisted prophecy. Some grand explanation about fate and time or to those who sent him death threats

"Yes i am."

he said nothing.

After sometime i was sitting on the seat legs pulled up slightly on the chair While i was holding a juice on my one hand and a cake on another which i was munching on...

he offered them earlier

The room was quiet Gege sat across from me...he is young i thought he would be like 40 or something

"Y/N, I know you're scared and angry."

"No, you don't," i snapped. My voice was muffled. "You have no idea how terrifying this is. I was in Tokyo. I ran. I almost drowned. And now I'm... here. In the past. In a manga. A freaking manga! With a man who—"

Gege lowered his gaze. "You think I'm a monster."

My eyes flickered to him, wide . "You are. You killed everyone I loved. Nanami. Nobara. Kento. Choso—they didn't deserve what you did to them."

Something flickered in Gege's eyes then — not anger, but something far older. Worn. Tired.

He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I didn't just write it. I lived it."

I blinked. "What...?"

"I didn't always know," he said quietly. "At first, it was normal An idea in a sketchbook. But things started to blur. The world—this world—started pulling at me. And I realized I wasn't just imagining it. I was remembering it."

I stared, stunned. "You're saying... all of this is real?"

"Yes." He paused. "And no. It became real. At least to me. Every arc, every death, every sacrifice. I saw it over and over. Like a loop that wouldn't end."

I felt something cold trickle down my spine.

"I tried to stop," he continued. "But the loop kept resetting. Every time the storyline was planned to be changed —someone else died. Worse, sometimes. It was like the story wanted to hurt itself."

My voice was quiet, trembling. "So what now?"

Gege looked at me something unreadable in his expression. "This time... I came here.I almost broke the loop. Or... maybe not. I let myself fall back into this world — into the past. 2007. Before the turning points. Before the first curse raid. Before Gojo loses everything. I thought maybe—if I changed enough early on—it wouldn't end the same."

I was silent.

"And then you fell in."

I met his gaze, my voice sharp. "Why me?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But the world chose you. And I think maybe you're the variable that was never part of the loop."

I looked down at my juice . "So what now? I'm supposed to help you rewrite a story I was never meant to be in?"

Gege leaned back, a tired smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe you were always meant to be in it. Maybe you're the veil between timelines. Maybe you're the only one who can remind them that change is possible."

I shook her head slowly. "I don't know how to fix your world."

"You don't have to," he said softly. "You just have to live in it."

"Sooo you actually had a ....happy childhood?"