The first thing Yuji Itadori noticed when he opened his eyes was the sky.
Not the ordinary blue of Sendai. Not even the cloudy gray of Tokyo after a long day.
This sky was framed by towers of glass and steel, neon lights burning even though it wasn't night yet, and a giant LED billboard flashing "Stark Industries" like it owned the horizon.
Yuji sat up slowly, his head spinning. "Huh…? Did I— oversleep? Or… what the hell is this place?"
He blinked again. No, this wasn't a dream. The noise around him was too sharp, too alive. Cars honked aggressively, pedestrians shouted at each other, and a taxi swerved so close it nearly took off his kneecaps. The driver yelled something about dumb kids crossing without looking.
Yuji barely heard him. His eyes were glued to the skyscrapers, the billboards, the skyline.
"…No way. This… this is New York. Like, Marvel New York."
His heart skipped. He rubbed his face, then slapped his own cheek hard enough to sting. It still hurt. Not a dream.
"Oh crap, crap, crap—" Yuji's voice cracked. "Isekai? Into Marvel?!"
Some passersby stared at him. One teenager muttered something about "crazy cosplayers." Yuji ignored them, his brain racing.
This wasn't just weird. It was insane. Heroes. Villains. Aliens. Big purple grape dudes with magic rocks.
If this was really Marvel… then he was so screwed.
Before he could spiral, a flat, robotic voice rang inside his head.
[Initializing Psionic System…]
Yuji froze. "Wait, what?"
[Host Identified: Itadori Yuji.]
[Abilities calibrated. Telekinetic Potential: High.]
[System online.]
His jaw dropped. "…You're kidding. A system too?!"
Now people were definitely staring. Yuji panicked, ducked into the nearest alley, and pressed himself against the wall.
"Okay, think. You're in Marvel. You have… some kind of system. Grandpa, you'd be laughing so hard right now." He exhaled shakily. "Alright. Don't freak out. Just… go with it."
A new prompt flashed in his mind.
[Beginner Tutorial: Move an object within two meters using telekinesis.]
Yuji blinked. Then grinned. "Oh, this is so anime."
His eyes landed on a crushed soda can nearby. Perfect test subject. He stretched out his hand dramatically. "Alright… move."
The can rattled. Shook. Wobbled like it was trying to escape gravity. Yuji's grin widened—
CLANG!
It shot up and smacked him right in the forehead.
"OW! You little—!" Yuji rubbed his head furiously. The system didn't respond. The can lay there looking smug. He narrowed his eyes. "I see how it is. Round two."
This time he poured every bit of focus into it. Slowly, reluctantly, the can rose into the air. Yuji nearly shouted with excitement.
"Yes! Look at that! I'm a freakin' Jedi!" He laughed. "Megumi would be so jealous. Nobara too— she'd throw a hammer at me for getting powers before her."
The can wobbled higher. Yuji tried to move it sideways—
CRASH!
It slammed into a dumpster, setting off a blaring alarm. The siren echoed through the alley, windows lighting up above.
Yuji's face drained of color. "…Oops."
And then he ran.
By the time he burst out of the alley, panting, his grin had returned. "Okay. Embarrassing. But awesome."
The system chimed again.
[Tutorial complete. Reward: Basic Telekinetic Control unlocked.]
[Limit: 3 objects, 5-meter radius.]
Yuji pumped his fist. "Hell yeah! …Wait. Only three objects? Five meters? That's, like… lame." He sighed. "Fine, baby steps. Even babies gotta crawl before running."
His gaze drifted skyward. An idea sparked. "…Or before flying."
It took him three attempts.
First try: he managed to hover a few inches before faceplanting.
Second try: he launched himself like a rocket, screamed like a maniac, then crashed into a pile of boxes.
Third try: success—sort of. He wobbled like a drunk pigeon, but he was airborne. Yuji whooped as he zipped above traffic, narrowly avoiding a flock of birds and a very confused taxi driver.
"I'm flying!—woah, billboard!—okay maybe Gojo-sensei was right about me being reckless!"
His joyride ended when he spotted trouble below.
A corner store. Three masked guys waving guns at the cashier.
Yuji hovered, chewing his lip. "Crap. First Marvel crime scene. What do I do…?"
His grandpa's voice echoed faintly in his head. Help people.
Yuji exhaled. "Alright. Guess I'm doing this."
He landed, stumbling a little. The robbers turned, startled. Guns swung his way.
Yuji raised his hands quickly. "Whoa, let's all calm down! Also, uh, pretty sure you're supposed to say 'this is a stick-up.' Get with the clichés, guys."
"Shut up!" one snapped, finger twitching on the trigger.
Yuji's eyes darted around. Trash can lid. Two empty bottles. He focused.
The lid shot forward, slamming into one guy's chest. A bottle cracked against another's hand, making him drop his gun. The last robber bolted—only to trip over the floating bottle Yuji swung low like a soccer ball.
All three were down. Yuji stood there, chest heaving, grinning like an idiot.
"Holy crap. That actually worked!"
The cashier gawked at him. "Wh-who are you?"
Yuji froze. Good question. Who was he here? He couldn't exactly say "student sorcerer from Jujutsu High."
He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Uh… just… a guy. Yeah. Friendly neighborhood… uh… guy."
The distant wail of sirens grew louder. People outside were filming with their phones. Yuji realized, horrified: "Ah crap. I'm viral, aren't I?"
Hours later, in a dark office filled with glowing monitors, Maria Hill placed a tablet in front of Nick Fury.
The grainy video played: a teenage boy floating in midair, trash cans and bottles spinning around him like weapons.
"No records," Hill reported. "No ID. No fingerprints. It's like he doesn't exist."
Fury leaned back, one eyebrow arched. "Kid shows up outta nowhere, tosses trash cans with his mind, and flies around in broad daylight. Yeah, that's not suspicious at all."
Hill crossed her arms. "Orders?"
Fury smirked. "Find him. Before someone else does."
Meanwhile, Yuji lay on a random rooftop, a stolen bag of chips balanced on his stomach. He stared at the night sky, crunching loudly.
"First day in Marvel, and I already fought bad guys." His voice softened. "Grandpa… you'd probably yell at me for making a mess, but… I think I did good."
He paused. His chest ached faintly. "Megumi, Nobara, Gojo-sensei… guess you're not here. But I'll figure this out. Survive, eat well, help people. That's the deal, right?"
The system chimed.
[Daily Quest Complete: Assist civilians.]
[Reward: +1 Telekinetic Object Slot.]
Yuji laughed, tossing another chip into his mouth. "Alright, system. Let's see how far we can take this."
# AUTHOR
Yo! So, how was the first chapter from my half-baked brain cells? I was just bored scrolling through fanfics and thought—why not write one myself? And boom, here we are.
Oh, and yes… there will be Gojo-sensei here. Not as a combat monster or broken powerhouse, but in another way. I'll reveal it soon, so just wait for the next update. HEHE.
Also—please ignore the English grammar here and there. You want literature or fanfic? I promise it won't be MTL-level nonsense, but I'm keeping it light, fun, and with an actual flow. No random jutsu power-ups, no sudden plot dumps—just vibes and story.
So… sit back, enjoy, and let's see how Yuji wrecks Marvel with his usual dumb charm.