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The sound of thundering footsteps echoes down the desolate hallway. Not a person in sight besides the one sorcerer running to their destination.
With one last turn around the corner, the door the sorcerer was supposed to have walked through 15 minutes ago comes into view, signaling the end of their frantic dash.
The door is whipped open, a resounding crash as it collides with the wall on the other side. The three first years jump in their seats at the loud noise, staring at the panting person standing in the doorway.
“Gojo-sensei?!”
“Is something wrong?”
“Go ahead and give us a heart attack, why don’t you?”
Their three voices ring out at the same time, becoming a jumbled mess in the blindfolded man’s ears. Not that he would really care about what they’re saying anyway, he came here for one reason not to listen to his students talk.
“We are going on a field trip!” Gojo’s arms extend outwards, a big smile gracing his face as he says the words.
It’s no surprise that Yuji and Nobara’s eyes light up after his declaration, they loved being able to see the city at any chance they could. Megumi, being the debby-downer he is, has a straight face as he looks unimpressed with his mentor.
But when is he ever impressed with anything really?
“A field trip!” Yuji and Nobara look at each other, hands interlocking as they smile at each other. It only makes Gojo’s grin grow wider, at least someone was eager for his impromptu trip.
“Yes! A field trip!”
“Where? Where? Where? ”
The two new first years are practically dripping with excitement as they question him. Their eyes widen with wonder as they step closer and closer to their teacher. Megumi stays seated, rolling his eyes at his new friend's behavior (don’t let Megumi know we called them his friends, he would never willingly say that).
“We are going to see,” Gojo holds out the last word, making the two teenagers wait in anticipation, “A jujutsu battle!”
Nobara deflates a little bit when he says this. She was hoping to go into the city to explore, maybe even go shopping (even though she does that every other day), and maybe even try a fancy new sushi place she’d never get to see in her hometown. She’s still excited to get out of the school, obviously more than Megumi is.
Yuji only seems to grow in excitement. He’s going on a field trip and he gets to see jujutsu in action? It’s only been three weeks since he’s been here but he’s already enjoying this school a whole lot more than the last one he attended.
“A battle! Are you the one fighting sensei?”
“No, sadly not Yuji. But it’s someone almost as cool as me so you’re all in for a show,” The teacher claps his hands together before heading back out the door, “Follow me!”
“Come on, Fushiguro!” Yuji gestures for the spiky-haired boy to follow him, but he doesn’t bother to see if he actually stands from his chair before he runs after Gojo down the hallway.
Nobara is quick to follow, jogging slowly to catch up with the two boys.
Megumi is, obviously, the last one to leave the classroom. He closes the door behind him as he watches his three acquaintances skip down the hallway to wherever their sensei was leading them.
It turns out to be the courtyard of the school. When Megumi walks outside he finds the three of them standing there, Yuji impatiently tapping his foot as they all wait for the boy.
“Took you long enough!”
“Now, now kiddos, no time for fighting! We have a battle to catch!” The three students turn their attention to Gojo, waiting for him to tell them what to do next.
“Is that guy driving us? What was his name again Ichi…Iki-something?”
“You mean Ijichi? And no, leave the transportation to me,” He holds out his arms again, a smug grin on his face as he looks up at the sky above him, “Everybody, hold on!”
…
“...hold on to what, exactly?” Nobara looks around, there was nothing near for them to hold onto, why was he always so cryptic?
“To me! Hold on to me!”
“I’m fine walking.”
“I’d rather not.”
Megumi and Nobara speak at the same time, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. Gojo stamps his foot on the ground, not wanting to sit here and argue with two teenagers. He’s wasting time, the fight might be over before he even gets there at the rate they’re going now.
With a sigh he walks past Yuji, standing in front of the other two first years with his arms crossed. He looks back at the pink-haired boy,
“Grab on Yuji.”
The boy doesn’t hesitate to jump on his teacher's back, wrapping his legs and arms around the older man as he waits for whatever is about to happen. Gojo grabs his two other students by the collar, bringing them close to his sides.
In an instant, they’re in a whole new place, surrounded by trees and hills instead of skyscrapers and other people. It’s obvious they’re not in the city anymore, and when Nobara turns around she can see the tall buildings in the distance.
Gojo lets Megumi and Nobara go as they stumble away from him, moving to fix their uniform before taking in the scene around them. Yuji’s face is still right next to his teacher’s, eyes wide as he tries to comprehend where he is and how they got there that fast.
“Yuji you can let go now.”
“O-oh, sorry Sensei!”
“Gojo-sensei, where are we?” Nobara’s hands are on her hips as she turns to the teacher, eyebrows raised in confusion. What kind of battle isn’t happening in the city, what kind of cursed energy is out here?
“Be patient, students, the show is starting soon,” As if on cue, a veil starts to form above the field in front of them, slowly lowering until everything (including the four of them) is encased in it, “Oh wait! I’ll be right back.”
In a second the teacher is gone, leaving nothing but dust in his wake. Nobara and Yuji look at each other in concern, did their sensei just leave them there with no clue as to what was going down? Surely he can’t be that crazy, right?
Clearly they haven’t spent enough time around their sensei if they think he’s not crazy enough to do that.
Megumi on the other hand keeps his gaze out on the field, wondering what he was about to witness.
In the following second, Gojo is back with two folding chairs under each of his arms. He passes one to each of the students, folding his out as he plops himself down into it to make himself comfortable. The first years watch him in confusion before they follow suit one by one, Yuji eagerly taking the spot next to his sensei.
If Gojo was about to watch you fight, he needed a good seat. How could he appreciate the strength of his?
He leans back in his chair, stretching his feet out before another idea pops into his head.
“You guys want popcorn?”
He looks to his left at Megumi, before looking at the other two on his right. He doesn’t even really give them a chance to respond before he’s disappeared again with another ‘be right back!’.
When he appears again he passes out buckets of popcorn before situating himself again, happily munching down on the snack in his lap.
“Sensei, what’s happen-”
“Shhh, it’s starting!”
Yuji quickly looks at the field in front of him, but he doesn’t see anything changing; that is until he sees someone climbing the hill to his left.
—
Your feet take you up the grassy incline, surveying the space in front of you when you get to the top. Nothing catches your eye, but you can feel the cursed energy buzzing in the air all around you. It’s only a matter of time before it makes itself known.
You take a few steps down the hill, narrowing your eyes as you search for any indication of where this thing might be.
You get your answer when you feel the ground beneath you start to shake, a rumbling coming from the distance behind another big hill. You stand still, watching as the head of the curse peaks over the grassy dune ever so slowly.
As more and more of the creature becomes visible, you realize just how damn big this thing is. The ground continues to shake as it takes agonizingly slow steps closer to you, eventually standing at the top of the hill and making its way down to you.
You could only describe this thing as a blob. It has no distinct shape, just a rough outline of purplish-gray skin. It has more eyes than you could even count and four long tentacle-looking arms protruding from its sides. When it snarls you can see its teeth, little nubs that don’t seem to be too threatening from where you can see them.
Most new sorcerers would be scared out of their minds and running away from this beast of a curse, but it’s no problem for a special grade such as yourself. You’ve fought, and beaten, much more intimidating beings and all you wanted was to get this over with and go home.
You size up the curse making its way closer to you when you see a horde of goons follow it over the hill. They look similar, purplish-gray skin with a bunch of eyes and big mouths, but they’re about a fourth the size. Not much bigger than you if you were to measure.
“Sensei, we have to help! Look at that thing!” Yuji watches in horror as the thing gets closer and closer to you, dwarfing you in size. Its little minions are much faster, and they’re going to reach you in no time and no doubt surround you.
“She’s got this, Yuji, don’t worry.”
The horde descends the hill, running full speed at you with hunger in their eyes. Granted it’s not too fast, you could run much faster with ease, so you plant yourself in place waiting for them to get closer.
Yuji sits back in his seat, biting his lip in concern as to what he was about to watch unfold. He looks at Nobara, who’s sporting a similar look of unease at the situation, but Megumi seems to be eager to watch the fight unfold.
Gojo watches with just as much enthusiasm. It looks like a scene out of a movie; you standing there without a hint of nervousness as these curses draw near. He thinks you look like a badass when your arms reach back and retrieve the two katanas from their sheaths, holding them at your side as you wait for your moment to strike. He’s halfway down his popcorn before the fight even starts, nearly biting his fingertips off in his excitement.
He absolutely loved watching you fight. You were like poetry in motion with each move you made, effortlessly taking down anything in your path with enviable ease. Fighting had seemed like second nature to you when he watched, as if you had learned to punch before you learned to walk.
When you’ve decided they closed the distance enough, you make your move. You take a few slow steps towards the curses, before breaking out into a sprint right for the center of the group. Your katanas swing with your arms, nearly scraping the ground with how massive they are.
Gojo lets out a cackle, knowing the entertainment was just about to begin. You were only getting warmed up, after all.
Yuji and Nobara exchange a worried glance, both at their sensei’s weird behavior and at your certain doom. They hadn’t seen you before so they had no idea what you were capable of, but surely this thing wouldn’t be an easy victory.
They watch as you gain speed, an odd blue hue starting to form around your body. You meet the first curse with a quick swing of both your arms, slicing an X across its chest with the blades. A gross goo starts to exude from the gashes, but it doesn’t fall yet. The others draw near, forming a circle around you.
You don’t stop moving, slicing at each of them as they cross your line of vision.
The three first years watch on in awe as your arms move with practiced precision, only something displayed by a seasoned fighter. Even Megumi, who had seen you in action before, is amazed by how talented you were in combat.
You keep your body in motion as the hue surrounding you continues to grow, each swing of your arm only intensifying your glow.
“Why is she glowing?” Yuji leans over into his sensei’s ear, never taking his eyes off of your figure.
Gojo shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth, words coming out slightly muffled as he talks around the food.
“It’s her cursed technique.”
“What is it though?” Nobara chimes in from the side, just as fascinated as it continues to become brighter and brighter as it surrounds you. You also seem to be getting faster, slices connecting with the target before they can even see them coming.
“It’s like inertia and kinetic energy, the more she moves the more cursed energy she produces, so she has to keep moving at all times.”
Yuji bites down on more popcorn, finally not feeling as anxious about your safety when he sees how easily you’re mowing down these curses. He even feels himself cheering when you slide down on one knee, sliving the legs off of three curses in a row before pivoting as you crouch down. You quickly bounce back up to your feet, not wanting to lose your momentum as more curses run at you.
“How does it work?”
“Every time she moves the amount of cursed energy she has increases, and she’s trained herself to use the least amount of energy with each attack so her body stores the extra. That’s what that blue hue is, all the conserved energy she has.” Yuji’s eyes widen in amazement, he’s never heard of a cursed technique like that. Granted he hasn’t heard of any technique until like a week ago.
“Wow.”
“That’s badass.”
“Oh, I know.” Gojo smirks as he grabs another heaping portion of popcorn, watching you and all your intensity.
The crowd of curses is dying down, none of them being a match for you. You never slow down, keeping the same speed as you circle the enemy. Your blades continue to slash the discolored skin, the big curse still slowly making its way to the battlefield.
Damn, is it really that slow?
You don’t have much time to dwell on it before you turn again, spotting the last little group of curses left standing. You sprint as fast as you can toward them, any energy that you might have lost replenishing immediately as you hack at the closest one’s body into three uneven pieces.
“You guys just wait, we’re only at halftime.”
The three students all look at their teacher, confusion lacing their features.
“What do you mean?”
Gojo pauses, not answering immediately as he watches you stare down the last three curses still fighting. They run toward you, closing the gap as you continue to grow your speed, never faltering. The first years watch as you put the katanas back in their sheaths, hands empty as you get ready to take down the remaining enemies.
“What is she doing? She needs those!” Yuji moves to the edge of his seat, practically chewing on his nails in worry. Their sensei doesn’t seem the slightest bit anxious, after all he’s fought beside you for many years, he knows what’s coming next.
“With all that stored energy she has, she can make-” The man stops, grin stretching across his lips as he sees exactly what he was waiting for. Your hands straighten out at your sides, and the group watches in awe as sleek black blades extend out.
From what the students can see they come from your wrist, handles sitting snugly in your hand after they fully form. They’re longer, sharper than the ones sitting on your back. And they have a similar aura radiating around them to match yours, though the blades’ are gray instead of blue.
The blue hue around you noticeably dulls at their appearance, but it still rages around you like a fire. Slowly building back up to its previous intensity the more your body continues to move.
“Those!” Gojo finally finishes his sentence when sees them emerge, getting giddy at the sight of seeing you fight with them.
“What the hell are those?” Megumi matches Yuji as he slides to the edge of his seat. Sure he’s known you very well since being taken in by Gojo, and he’s also seen you fight countless times as well. But he knows he has never seen goddamn swords come out of your wrists.
“Kinetic blades.”
Gojo’s abandoned his popcorn, too focused on your moving figure to care about the snack.
He’s completely enamored by you, his body thrumming with excitement as he watches the fight unfold. He can feel a certain other feeling coursing through him, he’s just glad he’s got the popcorn bucket covering his lap so no one else can tell.
“What’s a kinetic blade?” Yuji also doesn’t take his eyes off of you when he asks the question. The three of them gasp in wonder as you chuck the blade out of your hand, watching it curve through the air to slice all three remaining curses in half. And just as quickly as it leaves your hand it flies back, handle landing safely in your palm as you set your sight on the big guy.
“Woah!
“How did she do that?!”
“She makes them from the stored energy, and they’re the sharpest blades I’ve ever seen.” The white-haired man is back to munching on the kernels as he waits for you to get to the big curse, which doesn’t take long with your speed.
“And she can recall them?”
They watch on as you reach the feet of the beast, taking a quick slash at its skin before dodging a strike from one of its tentacle arms. You flip out of the way with ease, swinging the blades at its base as you round it.
“Yep! She has about 11 seconds to call them back before they disappear, and they take a lot of energy to make so she’s gotta be careful when she throws them.”
“Well what happens when they disappear?” Yuji eagerly asks, nearly falling off his chair the further he scoots up. His teacher laughs at the boy and his fervor, enjoying having a student who can be just as energetic as he can. Unlike Megumi who’s a grump most of the time.
“She loses that energy for good.”
“Really?” Even Kugisaki was enthralled by you and your technique, though Gojo knew the students would be. You have that certain effect about you that others can’t help but be amazed at your skills.
“Yeah, and it takes a little while to gain it back so she’s very meticulous when she uses them for long range,” He watches on as you throw one again, carving out a piece of the curse’s side. Purple goo (which must be the monster’s ‘blood’) seeps out of the wound and onto the grassy knolls around it.
Your cursed energy has regained to, almost, what it was before. The group watches as it continues to surge around your figure, and you use it to propel yourself up the round body of the curse to swipe at its arm.
The monster roars, teeth barred as the appendage falls to Earth. You kick-off of its body, stabbing one blade into what you assume is the monster's shoulder and dragging it down with you as gravity pulls you to the ground.
The long gash only secretes more of the jelly-like substance, further angering the curse as it lets out another loud bellow.
With its newfound anger, the curse’s mind goes haywire. Too consumed with the new feeling to think as straight as it had been minutes ago. Its remaining three arms swing widely, trying to hit you as he sees you in the corner of its eyes.
You’re too fast for him to catch, the many eyeballs frantically searching the area around it to see where you’re hiding. You slash at its back, taking advantage of the fact that the giant can’t turn around as fast as it would like to.
“Now it’s the main show.” Gojo reclines in his seat, kicking his legs out and crossing his feet as he leans back. His arms mirror the action behind his head as he lets the bucket balance on his lap.
“Sensei, I think we were already getting a pretty good show.”
“Just wait, Nobara, she’s not even at her peak!” Gojo waves her off with a scoff before returning to his relaxed position. The smile never leaves his face as he watches you circle the curse over and over. To most people, it looks like you might be stalling, trying to figure out what move you should make next, but he knows better.
“What do you mean sensei?” Megumi breaks out of his daze at his mentor’s words. If this wasn’t your peak then what is? The three students shutter at the thought of having to face you with any more power than you have right now.
“Once she hits her peak, when she can’t possibly store any more cursed energy…” He trails off watching as the monster’s eyes frantically move in their sockets. You jump at the opportunity to get the upper hand, whipping both of your kinetic blades out of your hands. They form a helix as they fly towards the curse, leaving slashes across the front of its body.
It continues to chaotically move his arms at the added pain, one swinging parallel to the ground right in your path. The students' eyes widen, certainly this was going to stop you in your tracks, halting you of any momentum you had built up in the fight.
“...She becomes an unstoppable force.”
They don’t expect for you to shield your head with your forearms as the tentacle nears, bracing for unavoidable impact. A collective gasp is heard from the first years (followed by a laugh from Gojo) as you run right through the curse’s arm, your arms acting as protection for your head.
It looks like slow motion as you collide with the arm. You never stop running, plowing through the flesh and bone (if you can really call it that) without a moment’s hesitation. It takes a few seconds before the tentacle practically explodes before their eyes, pieces flying all over the grass. Some of the smaller parts almost land at the students' feet.
Yuji hollers in excitement, popcorn flying all around him as he almost bounces out of his seat.
Both of your hands stick out, blades curving back to meet your awaiting palms. You don’t miss a step as you grip the handles, keeping the same pace the whole time.
“I’ve never seen her do that before.”
“She’s so cool.” Yuji sighs, sounding lovesick at the thought of you. Gojo can’t really blame him, he feels the same way every time he thinks of you.
“Her technique is that strong?” Nobara peaks her head around Yuji, brows furrowed as she speaks.
“Yep, the only thing I’ve seen stop her when she’s like that is my infinity.”
“Really?” Three voices speak up at the same time causing the older man to chuckle.
“Uh huh, it slows her down just enough for her to lose all momentum. Makes her lose all her cursed energy too,” His head nods as he thinks back to when you two tested it. It was way back in your own high school days, and you looked so determined as you sprinted at him. He won’t lie and say his brows didn’t furrow in concern when you got a lot closer than he thought, noses almost touching as his eyes widened.
“She came real close to touching me though.”
“Oh my god, I think I’m in love.” Yuji dramatically falls against the back of his chair, the back of his hand resting on his forehead and everything. The blindfolded man rolls his eyes, sorry Yuji, but he’s already in love with you and he will not tolerate any competition. Though who could really be competition for the strongest sorcerer?
“No, I’m in love,” Nobara comments, smiling as she watches you effortlessly avoid every attack thrown by the curse, “Where did she get that technique?”
“It’s not an inherited one, no one really knows where it came from. All they know is it’s crazy strong, like the strongest,” He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing at the students from the corners of his eyes, “Second only to me, of course.”
Megumi rolls his eyes as he groans, he looks away from his mentor but he just knows he has a smug smirk on his face.
“It took her a while to get it down though, wasn’t until a few years ago that she was able to control it like she can now.”
“I can’t imagine that, she looks like a natural.”
“Because she is.” Gojo can still remember the days when you felt useless, trying to keep your cries silent as the frustration took over. He also remembers holding you close, reassuring you about your spot right next to him as one of the strongest.
You always scoffed, pushing him away with a snort as you called him crazy for even thinking of such a thing,
But now look at you.
A special grade all on your own, no crazy inherited technique to get you there. Just hard work and determination and you were regarded almost as highly as he was (though no one can really touch him, you were probably the closest).
He smiles at the memory, his pride shining through the more his students gush over you.
His attention is turned back to you when the curse lets out another seismic roar, it’s so loud the group can feel it practically shake their bones.
Gojo watches as its eyes start to start to slow down, as if they’re actually following you now. His own eyes narrow, this thing should have been exorcized by now not adapting to your style of fighting. Was it not a grade 1 curse like the higher-ups said?
The curse’s mouth opens, teeth showing through as it snarls at you. Gojo can see the gears moving in its mind even from his spot on the hill. It’s calculating the perfect time to strike, and the sorcerer can only hope you’re smart enough to dodge it.
The blades leave your hands again, bending through the space between the two of you to cut the end of another tentacle off. Only about a fourth is gone, and it seems like the creature doesn’t even respond to the loss of a third limb.
The thing is on its last legs, three out of four arms have been severed and it looks like there’s more purple goo covering the ground than there is left in the curse’s body.
With its last attack, its last hope of doing any damage to you, it swings its arm down.
“Watch out!” The words escape the three students in sync before they can even think. They watch as your attention is brought to the side, just about to look at who was calling out when something stops you.
The monster was smart enough to predict the path you were taking and intercepting you in one fell swoop.
You slow ever so slightly, but the smallest distraction is enough for the curse to take advantage of. The four watch as the tentacle whips across your path, striking you right in the stomach.
All of the momentum leaves your body as you get flung backward, crashing into the ground in a heap. You’re slow to get up, eyes blinking rapidly as you rest on your hands and knees.
“Wow, you three just sold her right there.” Gojo leans back in his chair as he shakes his head, watching as you struggle to catch your breath. The hue around you is slowly disappearing, and it’s only a few seconds away from being completely gone.
He’s still not worried though, he knows how quick you are to bounce back and you weren’t even really injured yet.
“Gojo-sensei, help her!”
“Not yet, Megumi.”
“If you won’t then I will, she’s about to get hurt!” Yuji stands to his feet just as Megumi had done seconds before, hand outstretched as he pleads with his teacher to help you. You’ve got one foot under you, arm resting on your knee as your lungs feel like they’re burning.
“She just got the wind knocked out of her, have some faith.”
The three are ready to jump into action at any second, even if the curse was stronger than them all they have to do was buy some time before you (or Gojo, reluctantly) come in to save the day.
They’re hesitant to listen to their teacher, each of them nervously fidgeting as you still haven’t fully stood back up. Gojo looks so relaxed as if he’s on vacation or something and not watching his girlfriend about to die to a curse.
When your lungs have decided to finally cooperate, you take deep breaths in. You know you can breathe just fine, but the sudden impact makes it feel like you haven’t tasted air in your whole life.
Your feet are a little shaky beneath you as you search for your blades. It was a futile attempt, knowing it had been longer than 11 seconds and all your energy was gone. You reach behind to find you only have one of your regular katanas still strapped to your back, with no idea where the other one had landed.
You squint your eyes as you look to where you think you heard the voices, but you aren’t able to see anything before the curse makes another move.
You feel a monstrous tentacle wrap around your waist, lifting you off of the safety of the ground. Gusts of wind whoosh around you as you’re lifted up into the air.
The curse bares its teeth, strands of saliva connecting the top and bottom rows as it unhinges its jaw, bringing you closer and closer to your impending doom.
You struggle against the thing’s hold, trying to free yourself but your hands are held down next to your waist. You keep creeping closer and closer to the mouth of the curse, the stench of its breath making you retch from your position in the air.
For the first time, in the midst of your struggle, you spot the group watching you on the hill.
‘Oh, so that’s where the voices came from’
The four of them sit and watch as you’re about to be devoured by this disgusting creature, and they don’t seem to be doing anything about it. And the one person in the middle is shooting you a big smile, pearly whites showing and all.
His hand waves back and forth, blindfold pulled down a little just to give you a cheeky wink.
“Gojo Sato-” Your voice is cut off by the monster closing its jaw, trapping you in the disgusting heat of its mouth.
As soon as its jaws are locked you feel the stickiness of its saliva covering you from head to toe. It’s too dark to see anything, but you feel the strings stretching between your limbs as you try to separate them.
Meanwhile, outside the curse’s stomach, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi look on in horror as you’ve just been eaten by the curse. Nobara’s hand covers her mouth, too shocked to even utter a word. Yuji’s eyes are wide, hands thrown out to the side as he watches his sensei watch the scene unfold and do absolutely nothing about it.
Megumi stands there in shock, mouth opening and closing as he tries to comprehend what he just saw. He had known you for as long as he had known Gojo, you couldn’t really be gone, could you?
And how could Gojo let you die of all people?
“Sensei! Please-”
“Wait, Yuji,” Gojo’s hand shoots out to stop the boy from moving, landing dead center in his chest, “She’ll be fine.”
“She just got eaten- !”
“Didn’t I say you needed to have faith?” His blindfold is pulled back over his eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he waits for something to happen. He’s really hoping he doesn’t have to step in, he’s feeling rather lazy today if he’s honest.
They wait in bated silence, the students' palms sweating as they worry about what could be happening to you. You were getting digested, they were sure of it, and when their sensei finally gets off his ass to beat this thing they’ll only find your bones left over.
When the thought crosses his mind Yuji can’t take it anymore, he has to help you. Idly sitting here as you get killed by this curse goes against his better nature, he’s itching to get out there and help in any way he can.
“I can’t watch this Gojo-sensei, I have to help.”
The boy starts to walk forward when they hear a weird gurgling coming from the curse. The thing itself looks down at its stomach, the last tentacle coming to rest on the skin as it feels it rumble.
“W-what’s going on?” Nobara rocks back on her heels, ready to either run away if need be or run to aid you. She thinks it’s gonna be the former, you’re probably a goner by now.
“The grande finale!”
Their sensei’s smile unnerves them. He looks a little crazy as he watches, hand extended outwards, slightly maniacal laughs escaping his lips. It makes them more nervous than anything, not soothing their worries at all.
Shink!
The sound cuts through the air, leaving the three teenagers silent. All of a sudden the creature groans, then its many eyes roll into the back of their sockets.
They watch in half horror/half awe as the top of the beast starts to tilt, slowly separating from the lower half.
It tumbles to the ground with a loud thud, dust flying up around it as it connects with the ground.
All that’s left is you, standing on the lower half with your back turned to them. Purple goo is dripping from every part of you, completely covering your uniform and making it a whole different color.
“I told you guys to have some faith! ” Gojo’s voice sings out as he claps his hands together. He still has that same creepy smile on his face though, and the students still don’t like it.
You slowly turn around to face the grinning man, chest heaving as you glare at him. Your fists are clenched at your sides, face twisted down in a frown. His smile just irks you more, why does he look so smug right now? It makes you want to slap him straight across his face.
“Uh sensei, she looks angry.” Yuji worryingly wrings his fingers together, not really sure if he wants to face you and your wrath after watching you fight.
“Nonsense, Yuji! She won, what’s there to be mad about-”
“Gojo Satoru!”
The man stops, eyes widening slightly at your tone. You should be happy right? A win is a win, no matter the means it took to get there…right?
He doesn’t let his unease show for long before his smile is back and better than ever.
“(Y/n)! Way to go, you did great out there!”
“You sat and watched as that thing ate me?!” You point your katana at the upper half of the curse, stomping your foot as you scowl even harder.
“I knew you didn’t need my help, though, you’re really strong ya know?”
“Fuck you, Satoru!” You stomp your foot again, yelling at the top of your lungs so you make sure he can hear you. He bites his lip to stop his smile from widening, god you were so cute. Especially when you got angry and stomped your foot like a toddler, it just made him want to pinch your cheeks and give you a big smooch.
“(Y/n)! There are children present, watch your language!” The man gasps, hands flying up to cover Yuji’s ears. The boy looks confused as he’s brought closer to the older man’s chest, though he can still hear everything you’re yelling at him.
You continue to spew various profanities at the man, cursing him like a sailor as you stay standing on the severed body of the monster you had just beaten. Satoru watches you with a fond smile on his face, not really caring about the words you’re saying (he knows you won’t mean them tomorrow).
“You are the only child here, Satoru.”
A new voice enters the mix from Megumi’s left, and it’s none other than Nanami Kento. The blonde pushes his glasses up on his face, his weapon being put back in place on his back. He cracks his knuckles as Satoru stares at him.
“Kento! What are you doing here?”
“I was sent as back-up by the higher-ups to make sure you didn’t cause any trouble,” He takes in the scene in front of him; Satoru’s hands still on Yuji’s ears, the two other first years watching on in confusion, and you cursing Gojo Satoru’s name in the distance, “I see you were no help here.”
“I was emotional support!”
“He sat on his ass while this thing,” you kick the curse’s dead body under you as you yell, “Ate me!”
“I was letting you complete your mission, I had faith!”
Kento rubs the bridge of his nose, sighing at the idiocy that was unfolding in front of him. Though what else could he expect from Satoru of all people? Without another word, he starts to descend the hill to where you stand.
“Well what took you so long then, huh? You could’ve helped!” Satoru yells down at the man walking away from him. The blonde turns around to stare up at his coworker, an unimpressed glare gracing his features.
“I had to take the train.”
He decides to ignore Satoru’s mocking laugh (not everyone can just teleport wherever they want to go, Satoru ) as he continues down the hill. He carefully steps over all the bodies of the exorcized curses, and the purple goo, until he makes it to the body you’re standing on.
He cautiously balances as he walks up the chopped-off head, holding out his hand to you when he’s near.
‘Probably should have done that myself’, Satoru thinks to himself as he watches your hand rest in Nanami’s palm. He leads you off the curse and finally back onto stable ground, walking by your side as you join the group on the hill.
When you get close they can see how drenched you are with the goop. It’s head to toe, making your skin look like a dark hue of purple instead of its normal tone. It also smells like shit, and when you’re no longer able to see Nanami’s face he cringes, nearly gagging in his mouth from the stench.
“You,” The katana you still hold in your hand is outstretched towards Satoru, pointing right at his chin just inches from meeting his skin. But the smug bastard doesn’t even flinch, knowing you wouldn’t hit him (he didn’t even bother with his infinity, he has too much trust in you), “Are a dead man, Satoru.”
“Aw come on, don’t be like that sweetheart.”
“Don’t you sweetheart me! Do you have any idea how long this’ll take to get out of my hair? Not to mention my uniform?” Your voice raises with each word, katana closing the gap ever so slightly as well.
The three students watch in concern, hoping you don’t turn your anger to them. I mean they were there as well, and they didn’t help either, would you be this mad at them?
“But you still manage to look so pretty!” Satoru leans his arms on Yuji’s head, his chin resting in his palm as he stares at you with heart eyes. Somehow, you still do look pretty to the man, even if you’re smelly and a whole new color.
“Ugh!” You groan, fist clenching in anger. Oh, you look even cuter to him now, throwing your little tantrum.
“I hate you sometimes, Satoru.”
The katana falls from in front of his chin as you shake your arms trying to get as much of the goo off as you can. The others surrounding you do their best to dodge the specks flying off of you, but Yuji was unfortunate enough to get a little bit on his arm. He hesitantly pokes it with his finger and brings it to his nose, immediately hunching over and gagging as he tries not to throw up. How are you even functioning with that god-awful smell?
The noise of Yuji almost puking at your feet finally makes you register that there are other people here besides Satoru and Kento.
“Oh…hi Megumi!” You reach to ruffle his hair, which he skillfully dodges (thank god) before you realize you’re still covered in goo, “Right, sorry. And who are you two?”
The sudden shift in your mood when you address the three students gives them whiplash. You were just threatening to kill their teacher and now you’re acting like a total angel. What the hell? They don’t get a chance to respond before you’re answering the question yourself.
“Wait, you’re the new first years right?” They nod their head as you extend your hand to them, quickly retracting it when you remember the damn goo, “I’m (y/n), It’s nice to meet you!”
Yuji is quick to answer, excitedly greeting you with adoring eyes.
“I’m Yuji! Itadori Yuji and you’re so badass!”
You laugh at his excitement, eyes wrinkling in the corners as you match his smile. You wave your hands at him, as if to ‘I know’.
“Well thank you, Yuji, I appreciate the compliment.”
“I’m Kugisaki Nobara, can you teach me about your technique? Please?” Nobara is quick to step in front of her classmate and take the attention off of him. She interlocks her fingers and brings them under her chin, pleading at you with big, puppy dog eyes.
“I’d love to!”
“Why haven’t we met you before?” Yuji cuts back in, placing himself back in front of Nobara as he stands even closer to you now. Kugisaki pushes him out of the way, both of them pushing against each other to try and vie for your attention.
“I had a mission abroad, kept me away for quite some time.”
“I wish you came back sooner,” The redhead sighs, longing looking at you as your brows furrowed, “I’d much rather have you as a teacher than him.”
Her thumb jabs in Satoru’s direction, who tries to look offended but can’t really blame her. You're a badass.
“Trying to take my students from me, sweetheart?” Satoru tries to tease, but he’s quickly shut down with the menacing glare you send him. He shuts his mouth, but can’t help the grin slowly etching itself across his features.
“Shut the hell up Satoru,” Your finger pokes his chest, surprising you that he hadn’t had his infinity up the whole time. A little drop of goop gets on his uniform, though it’s deserved in your mind, “I’m still mad at you.”
“Yeah, but you love me-”
“No more talking for the rest of the day, got it?”
“But-”
“No! Not another word from you!” The students (sans Megumi, who elects to just chuckle under his breath) bust into laughter as they watch their teacher get shut down. For their short time at the school they had rarely seen anyone stand up to the strongest sorcerer, and Nobara was loving watching him get knocked down a peg.
“I like that idea!”
“My own students, turning against me.” His hand comes to rest on his forehead, dramatically sighing as his eyes glance at you.
“Satoru! What did I just say!”
“Sorry, sorry!” His hands are held in front of his chest, a grimace on his face as he watches your eye twitch.
Before he can react, your hand comes up and smacks the back of his head, a purple outline coating the white locks of hair.
“You got goo in my hair!”
“Deserved.” Nobara mumbles standing next to you to watch the man worry about his hair.
“My precious, beautiful, shiny hair.”
The rest of the group rolls their eyes, following Kento as he walks away from the childish sorcerer. You follow the blonde, chatting with him about what you missed in the month you were gone.
Satoru follows solemnly, tapping his fingers against the goo on his head and bringing it to his nose. His actions mirror Yuji’s almost one to one, he bends at the waist heaving a few times as the smell seems to singe his nose hairs off.
You feel a little bad for him, but then you remember how he let you get eaten alive by a curse and you decide he can suffer for a little while before you forgive him.
A nice steak dinner would probably suffice.
Bonus:
“Ready?”
“Woah, woah, woah, let’s think about this!” Your hands are held out in front of you, panic clearly written across your features as you stare at Satoru.
“This is the only way, sweetheart.”
“I really don’t think it is,” You nervously laugh, eyes flicking between him and his students who all stare you down, “Surely there’s another way!”
The man stands there menacingly, hose in hand as he points it at you.
“Satoru, please.” The man completely ignores you, holding the handle even tighter.
And there you stand, defenseless as your uniform jacket is laying out on the ground drying from the spray down it had got just minutes before. You’re left in just a white undershirt and your skirt, hair falling over your shoulders so you don’t miss any goo lying on the strands.
“I’m sorry (y/n), but it has to happen this way.”
“Satoru no- ”
You let out a yelp as he squeezes the nozzle, a freezing cold stream of water hitting you right in the chest. Your eyes scrunch closed, arms coming to block your body as he holds it down for a little too long.
“I think that’s enough Gojo-sensei.” Yuji nudges the teacher with his elbow, effectively getting him to stop spraying you with the hose.
The four of them watch as your jaw drops, arms extended outwards as drops of water drip from every part of you. You’re practically frozen in shock, too stunned to utter a word (or curse to throw at Gojo).
Satoru’s eyes widen at the sight of you, your white shirt clinging to your chest and showing off the bra you were wearing underneath. You watch with a snarl as his lips curve into a grin, heart eyes practically bulging out of his head.
“Wow…this was a great idea!” His eyes never leave your chest, even as the three students try to look away for your dignity.
Your fists are clenching, ready to start cursing out the blindfolded man all over again when your savior joins the picture. Nanami Kento once again comes in like a knight in suited armor, removing his jacket from his shoulders and placing it around yours. Your hands grip the sides and pull it in front of your chest as you shiver.
“Awe, I was enjoying the view.”