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You knew the school would be weird, but this was seriously stretching it. No one under the age of 80 has that white hair, unless they have some sort of medical condition. Fuck, was that ableist?
You look over to Yaga, who is still presenting you and vice versa to the trio at your new school – Tokyo Jujutsu High. The one that stood out of these three students, who you immediately realised was Satoru Gojo, looks exactly like you imagined; like a lot to handle. He’s wearing some dark glasses, at the tip of his nose, which gives you a good view of his extraordinary blue eyes. He notices your gaze and pokes out his tongue, before he gives you a toothy grin.
You give him a strained smile back, before your eyes scan over to a pretty girl with brown hair beside him - Ieiri Shoko.
She looks nice, maybe a little disinterested, but you understand her hesitation. You are, after all, coming in the middle of the school year. Your emergence as a sorcerer was extremely random, as you suddenly exorcized a curse that another sorcerer was on a mission for. Right in front of him.
It was not your fault – the curse was totally bothering you! You were just trying to jog through this park you had never been to before, after another fight with your parents. While you had encountered curses before, you and your family had come to terms with the fact that you lacked cursed energy, which made you feel like a total failure. All these feelings were making you really frustrated, and it only became worse when this big, ugly, stupid curse decided to bother you – when you were literally trying to run off your aggression. Your feeling of frustration got so heightened you thought you would explode, which in return unleashed a sort of bomb of cursed energy from your body.
Turns out, that you just have an extremely unusual, unknown technique – which didn’t appear until you were bottling too much emotion. With a lot of blue goo and a complete surprise, you turned to the strange man with dark glasses in the park – who was just as surprised as you. It’s safe to say that you understood why some of your friends told you to avoid the park, because the cursed spirit was a Grade 1.
Hence, your situation now. Where you’re listening to some old guy yap about the history of Jujutsu and why it’s important to utilize all who can exorcize curses, while the three others in the classroom seem totally uninterested. Which leads to the last one in the room, Suguru Geto.
The first thing you notice is that his hair is pitch black, which really contrasts his pale skin. His hair is secured in a tight bun, but some of his bangs falls in front of his eyes. They are quite dark as well, and you realize that you're holding his gaze. Your heart skips a beat.
His skin seems soft, but you can see some scratches in his cheeks and throat. He probably got them on a mission, you think. You turn your gazer lower. He’s wearing some absolutely enormous pants. You’re all of a sudden really happy you’re wearing a standard girl uniform – the skirt is actually quite pretty. You could most likely not pull those pants off; you don’t have the same figure as the handsome guy.
Did you just think handsome?
Oh, you’re still staring... at his crotch! You feel your face heat up, and try look away as quickly as you can, hoping he didn’t catch on.
You redirect your focus to Yaga, who seems to be finishing his long speech.
“Please welcome (Y/N) with open arms! If you have any questions, please ask them after class.”
A beat passes by, before all you can see is white hair, a big smile and blue eyes, and you feel strong arms wrapped around your torso.
“Welcome (Y/N)! Do you like Digimon? I have collected so many, I can show you my collection in my room later!”
The strongest all but shouted out the second Yaga closed his mouth.
“We need to get to know each other better! Maybe we can try the new mochi shop that opened close by as well? Suguru, you remember we talked about it earlier…”
You look over to the guy on that was approaching Gojo's side, who was adorning a small, but warm smile. Ieiri, who you had yet to introduced yourself to, was giving a futile attempt to calm the teacher down, after Gojo rudely interrupted him. You sigh, listening to Gojo still rambling on about some sweets he wants to try. This is probably the status quo at Jujutsu High.
This is going to be a long, long year.