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The jujutsu world is a small one. Of course, word gets around fast.
It’s Momo who shares the unpleasant news with her just after Todo-senpai has let it slip casually; Maki’s shooting up the ranks and has been recommended for grade one. And to be completely honest, Mai couldn’t care less about grades and whatever else that entails. She didn’t even want to be a sorcerer in the first place so really, this information should be all but pointless to her.
However, she does care about anything Maki-related, that much is true. And whatever Maki has, whatever Maki craves, Mai must make it her own as well. It’s a rule that she abides by religiously, so this promotion is just enough motivation for her. This, plus the fact that she simply refuses to stay a grade three, left in the dust and inevitably forced to catch up once again to her twin.
And that’s what led her here; in a dusk-lit Tokyo High classroom after she had asked —pleaded, really— for a meeting with the Gojo Satoru. And that’s… An interesting setting, she thinks, because apart from her uniform jacket, Mai is not wearing anything school-appropriate — the cut-in skirt baring her skin and the see-through top hidden below her blazer are testament enough to that.
She had imagined that they would meet in a more... Private location, when she had chosen her outfit and was putting it on back in the dorms, adjusting the low neckline of her blouse and the belt holding her skirt to her waist, cinching it tight so it fitted snuggly on her. Her looks was enough to get all the attention, Miwa tilting her head to the side, blinking her doe eyes in candid wonder while Momo had pursued her lips and shook her pigtails in disappointment.
‘You’re really gonna do this? With Gojo Satoru?’ She had spat the name like it burned her tongue.
And well, of course Mai is going to do it.
It’s not like she has endless options at her disposal; any Kyoto High faculty members are de facto ruled out, she doesn’t have the kind of money to bribe Mei-san into recommending her, and all the other sorcerers she personally knows carry the Zenin name.
And she’s not that desperate.
Gojo is the lesser devil, she supposes — still a pervert but at least easy on the eye and not related to her — which is more than she ever had, so that’s a win in her book. Also, Mai doesn’t feel like she’d even have to pretend too much with him; the guy is everyone’s type and unsurprisingly, even hers. To some degree.
Strong and fearless, suave with a sharp tongue, he raises an unkept desire in her. One that rarely sparks up for anyone not completely unattainable or uninterested in her.
And Mai knows she’s just his type too. Young, dark hair, a little mean. A Zenin.
Yeah. She’s pretty confident that she’ll get her recommendation in no time.
Or so she thought.
It should have been easy enough to get Gojo’s stamp of approval considering the reputation the strongest carry. But to her utter disappointment, his answer after she’s done presenting her case is simply—
“Absolutely not,” Gojo declares in a light and airy tone, not even pretending to mull it over as he leans against his desk, “Can’t believe you went all the way here for me to tell you what you should already know Mai-chan but, you’re not ready. I saw your “prowess” at the Goodwill event and it’s nothing deserving of a promotion,” He doesn’t even look at her directly as he says this too, tapping away on his phone as if he can’t spare her the time she was allotted with him.
It’s annoying and fairly humiliating as well, to have her weaknesses shoved under her nose like that without the kid gloves Utahime-sensei usually handles her pride with. But Mai plasters a smile on her face nonetheless and keeps the polite act up. Keeping her mouth closed and her head bowed as she takes the belittling is what she had to grow up with anyway.
“Please Gojo-san, reconsider it,” Mai insists imploringly. Clearly, she hasn’t been convincing enough so she doesn’t waste any more time before unbuttoning her blouse — revealing what’s underneath even if Gojo is still too captivated by his phone to notice it yet. Mai doesn’t let it deter her, only saunters closer to him in the hope of catching his undivided attention.
“I know I didn’t shine back then, but I’ve used it as a lesson. As fuel even, to train even harder and improve myself in the past few weeks,” Lie. Quickly followed by another lie. The Goodwill Event was a good opportunity to mess with Maki and that’s pretty much all that was good about it.
“And I’ve been making so much progress lately. Even Kusakabe-san noticed it on our last mission.” Oh, that’s one truth, actually. But Mai is pretty sure Kusakabe only said that because he didn’t have to lift a finger for the entire mission.
A scoff, “Then why doesn’t he recommend you?” Gojo asks, which... Fair.
“He doesn’t want to get involved in ‘politics’,” Mai waves her hand dismissively, now close enough to almost touch Gojo, the pinpoints sparks of Infinity brushing against her skin as they lower one by one at her presence, “But I know that’s not your case Gojo-sensei. I know how much you care about your students and their progress,” And there lies the whole problem; he cares a little too much, doesn’t he? Mai keeps this remark to herself though, especially when she notices with satisfaction Gojo’s fingers slowing down and the minute twitch of them at the honorific.
Weak spot. Figures.
“How you want to see them become stronger and thrive. You’re such a good teacher...” She’s laying it on thick at this point, a tinge of neediness to her voice that grates her ears but seems to tug acutely at Gojo’s heartstrings, “And how can I even get better if I don’t get harder missions too? Please, let me prove myself to you, sensei. Show you I deserve it.”
Mai finally has Gojo’s gaze on her — or at least she supposes she has, she can only guess with this unsettling blindfold still covering it. She forces herself not to squirm under the weight of it and lays her hands on the desk, caging his broad frame in and pressing her chest against his torso. She can’t feel the beat of his heart through the layers separating them but she’s willing to bet that he can hear hers perfectly, Mai’s pulse spiking so high with a mix of trepidation and excitement, the pounding is loud to her own ears. And as the seconds go by without any indications of Gojo’s interest, Mai only feels that uncharacteristic pit of nervousness growing inside, doubt and a speck of self-consciousness creeping in.
Every man wants her, Mai knows this. Every man loves when she dresses like this, Mai knows this too. But, maybe it’s not to Gojo’s taste? Maybe she’s not to Gojo’s taste?
Despite the uncertainty setting in, she doesn’t let that stop her. After all, Gojo still has not flat-out rejected her, neither with words nor with Infinity, so that must mean something, right?
Right. Mai takes it as an invitation to entice even more and lets a sultry smile curl on her lips while she lifts one hand to strokes Gojo’s arm in teasing patterns.
“I'll do anything,” she purrs — tempts she hopes, low and eyes alight with want.
“Anything?” Gojo’s voice edges with a hint of curiosity and… Something else. Something that tastes like salt under her tongue and an aching jaw for days to come.
Mai knows she got him.
“Anything,” she promises as her hand curls around his nape to bring him closer to her level.
Their breaths mingle, warm and sweet, the aroma of his cherry lip balm draws her in for a bite of his pouty lips. She goes for it, eager like she never genuinely is when she does this sort of thing. Gojo accepts her easily, opens his lips to invite her in even so she can lick into his mouth and swallows the lingering saccharine taste..
If anyone were to slide the doors open right now, they... Probably wouldn’t do anything, all things considered, but the idea is enough to have Mai’s breaths hitching in the back of her throat and her skin heating up at the prospect.
She’s surprised by how she grows to actually want this; the apprehension having been chased away and swapped by budding arousal blooming in her core. And soon, so much blood has rushed down to her cock that her skirt has ridden up with the tent forming, her bulge so prominent it pokes Gojo’s lower stomach.
Mai feels him grin against her mouth when he, with no doubt, feels it too. And Gojo only confirms it when he grips the globes of her ass with his large palms to move her as he will it, practically lifting Mai off her feet as their hips slot against each other and their clothed crotches rub together in slow grinds.
Fuck— he is easy, Mai thinks. But she is just as much.
“Mhm, you must be a very desperate girl to suck it up to me of all people,” Goosebumps rise below her ear, right where Gojo’s voice grazes her skin in a rumbling sensation. Waves of vibrations run down to the hollow of her neck as he leans down to kiss and suck a mark there, and Mai can’t help but roll her eyes internally; why are all men so possessive? “I didn’t know you cared about grades this much, Mai-chan. Any other reason for that sudden change?” Other reason sounds too much like honest reason, which Mai is certainly not disclosing.
She’d rather keep his mind far away from that subject altogether, to a place where all his thoughts are muddled under Mai’s sinuous tongue.
“Like I’ve said sensei...I just want to show my worth. And that I have what it takes to be a grade one,” she replies dutifully, even as her breath gets stuck at each friction of her bulge against Gojo’s crotch.
“What it takes, huh...” Gojo releases her so abruptly, it makes Mai dizzy. One second, she’s savoring the motions of their hips rubbing together, firm and addicting, and the next, nothing. Only cold air as she’s kept at arm’s length so Gojo can fully sit down on the desk, “And what do you think it takes then? Enlighten me,” Gojo asks, acting like he’s genuinely wondering with his head cocked to the side and his playful smirk brightening the lower half of his face.
And Mai has to pause, the response she had carefully planned getting caught inside her throat for one second too long as her amber gaze locks onto the sorcerer’s body. And it’s a stupid thing to even think, because Mai has known this man since she was a child — watched him from afar as he strolled inside the Zenin Compound for an umpteenth clan meeting — but it’s like she’s seeing it, actually seeing it, for the first time. The way his uniform hugs his muscles in all the right places, his long legs, crossed, spilling over the desk. The way he holds himself now, body leaned back and open as he supports his weight on his hands. Letting Mai come to him and touch him and take as she wills it, giving her control while the others before took so expeditiously from her and—
Tch. Mai wants to shake herself into rationality. She needs to get it together already. It’s all transactional. The Gojo Satoru fan club does not need another desperate lovesick puppy in its horde.
And it’s not because he feeds the hard-on she’s sporting to a painful degree by simply sitting there and looking pretty that she’s going to develop some crush.
This is. All. Transactional.
She keeps repeating herself as she cuts the distance between them once again, walking in a languid pace to not seem overly eager before she's close enough to rest her hands on Gojo’s knees.
“I’d say… It takes strength, sensei,” Mai offers, pushing Gojo's legs open in one swift movement to stand between them, “Skills and experience,” she continues, running the pads of her fingers across Gojo’s legs and up his thighs, drawing them closer and closer to where he musts want her the most, “And a lot of dedication,” she finishes with a practiced syrupy tone.
A soft moan follows this, a breath after Mai’s fingers finally found their way to the center of Gojo’s parted legs, where she can feel and see so easily the visible outline of his pussy clinging to his pants. Why is his uniform so skintight that it doesn’t even conceal this? Mai doesn’t wonder too long because she already knows; it’s a custom fit for a slut. But it’s working perfectly for her so she’s not going to complain or judge. Not at all. Not as she presses the dark fabric of Gojo’s uniform until it’s digging into his slit and a wet spot damps through his pants.
Well, at least they match now since she can tell precum has soaked through her panties.
Soon, the deep gasp turns into a winded chuckle as Gojo ruts against her hands, a quiet ask for more, “So eager for this recommendation, aren’t you? Go on then. Show me how dedicated you can be.”
Mai doesn’t have to be asked twice; she knows this song and dance all too well.
She drops to her knees faster than she ever had in her life, and with a practiced gesture, disrobes Gojo of all the layers covering his lower half. Even if the rumors are all mostly true, it seems that they’re wrong on one thing — Gojo is not much of the overbearing, dominant type he's painted out to be. He barely lifts a finger to help her while she’s unfastening his pants; simply offers her a delighted smile and raises his hips a bit so Mai can slide them off his mile-long legs.
It’s definitely not what Mai was expecting, for the Gojo Satoru to not take control and shove her down to fuck her face, but she adapts with a surge of eagerness. And she even allows herself to tease him when her mouth trails along his inner thighs, catching every uncontrolled shiver Gojo can’t refrain.
She tests how far he’ll let her go too as she maneuvers his body to her taste, placing one of his legs on her shoulder to have him open and ready at her the tip of her tongue. He lets her, of course, only watches her from above, expectant, seeming even taller and larger from this angle. It feels like he’s judging too, like he’s grading every one of her caress and kiss and rewarding her with a sigh or quiver. And Mai refuses to fail this test.
With the hand not holding Gojo’s thigh, she uses two fingers to spread his folds apart and expose his cunt fully to her. They’ve barely done more than a little humping and still, his pussy is already wet with arousal. Greedy and ready. His slick dripping and rolling out of him, so close to making a mess out of the classroom floor before Mai catches it with her tongue. She doesn’t let any of his wetness slip out by lapping at the source, face buried in his pussy as she licks her way up his slit until finally, curling around his clit.
Gojo’s moans when his swollen nub gets played with may stroke her ego — and harden her already dripping cock — but they’re still outrageously loud, the man clearly uncaring of being found out or not with his pants down and a sixteen-years old eating him out with all she has. It must be a frequent occurrence here, Mai supposes. And it’s not like it’s her first time doing this either and it shows; the way she circles his clit before sucking it softly between her lips has the sorcerer bucking into her mouth, his clit throbbing at every stroke of tongue.
“G-god —nghhh— you are skilled with that tongue,” he manages to gasp out between two lustful cries, “Give me some fingers too yeah? Don’t be shy.”
Mai would have scoffed if her mouth wasn’t too full for that. Shy? Whatever gets him going really, but she’d never describe herself as such. Would a shy girl be down on her knees, slick covering half of her face as she uses her tongue to drive one of the most powerful man alive crazy with pleasure?
Mhm. Probably so, because Mai couldn’t fathom a lot of people – even the most reserved – refusing to have a taste of Gojo, if they were given the chance.
And she doesn’t want to waste hers, so she gives him exactly what he asked for by slipping her already slick-coated fingers into him, starting with the tips of them inching and dipping in his entrance teasingly to make him keen before sliding them further, until she’s knuckles-deep inside and surrounded by the sheer warmth of Gojo’s cunt. Mai uses two to fill him nicely as she keeps her mouth busy, giving long, hearty strokes all over and inside Gojo’s pussy to feel him tremble beneath her.
Her rhythm falters for a second when Mai’s ears catch some kind of cracking sound — something close to wood splitting apart — and sure enough; a glance up and she sees the death grip Gojo has on the edge of the oak desk. Another flicker of her gaze and it’s Gojo she’s admiring, especially how lost in pleasure he looks. Although his blindfold is still covering his eyes, it’s not the case for the rest of his face. His cheeks have turned a blushing red and his mouth opens in a perfect circle while a flow of sinful noises flies from his throat.
It’s Mai’s favorite part, fills her with a heady thrill of power — when she makes them lose their composure to the will of her mouth until they can’t even stand straight or talk coherently. She’s not quite there yet with Gojo but she is getting there fast though. She can feel it under every hungry lap of tongue and all around her nimble fingers as her digits are getting sucked inside him. She listens to each of the noises he makes with rapt interest, quickly adjusts her movements to make sure his moans stay at a higher pitch, almost too high to even be heard as she thrusts her fingers deep into his fluttering cunt, in and out, in a sound only made filthier with the sheer amount of spit and wetness dribbling down.
Ignoring her own needs is an easy task usually, because Mai's dick rarely gets interested in the process, or at most stiffens at half-mast that dies down naturally.
Now however, it's much more challenging.
Her cock is struggling against the confines of her tight skirt, but the the meagre friction against the fabric is the only reprieve she can hope to get as she focuses all her attention and hands to pleasure Gojo. One half of her wants to savor this, while the other half wants to be done already, just to run to the nearest bathroom and come to the memory of Gojo carding his fingers through her hair to bring her face even closer, practically grinding his pussy on her and smearing slick all over it.
“Mmmph, shit– Come on, stick out your tongue. Good girl. Keep it like that.”
The simple praise has Mai close to bursting, lighthearted and entranced as she obeys and watches Gojo take his pleasure from her. And he’s shameless as he does it too when he presses his clit against the flat of her tongue. His hips move with an ease practice that soon dissolves in hurried circles as he’s chasing his orgasm feverishly, all the while Mai crooks her fingers to help him get there.
It doesn’t take much longer after this.
What’s the most surprising is the quiet scream as Gojo comes, the room plunged into an abrupt silence as he falls apart shaking and convulsing. Mai is trembling as well, her legs pressed against one another as she can only contemplate and silently deal with the urge throbbing and drooling between her thighs combined with the uncomfortable damp spot ruining her panties. Gojo is too much for her to handle; the smell, taste and sight of him stirring a white-hot lust in her crotch to the point that Mai feels close to burning from the inside out, overwhelmed. She doesn’t come untouched but it’s a close thing.
Fuck, she can debase herself and go down on anyone for a good purpose but coming untouched would be a whole new low she’s not ready to embrace.
Thankfully, it looks like she did a good enough job of pleasing Gojo; good enough that she hopes to leave the room in the next thirty seconds to rub one out before she loses her mind.
Mai hops onto her feet as soon as Gojo releases the grip on her hair; it’s a mess, like she suspects her face to be, but she can only do so much without a mirror to see it. So, Mai does the bare minimum of fixing it as she fluffs back her hair and wipes her glistening chin with the back of her hand before focusing back on Gojo.
She really wishes he would lift that blindfold now, so she could fully see for herself his expression as he basks in the aftermath of ecstasy, “What do you think sensei? How is that for dedication?” She finally breaks the silence, her tongue heavy in her mouth.
Gojo, who has been silently contemplating the ceiling finally turns his face on her, a hungry smile brushed against his face, “Impressive, but we’re not done here. Need to test that stamina of yours too.”
Mai doesn’t even have the time to utter anything back to this that Gojo already has made quick work of her bottom clothes, skirt flipped up and panties rolled down her knees. She’s stuck in place, her whole face burning with the force of her blush when her cock slaps onto her stomach, the tip of it probably just as red as her face from being so pent-up.
“Were you gonna keep this to yourself, Mai?” Gojo teases as he takes her length in the palm of his hand. And even with the featherlight touch, it’s still enough to wrench a choked-out whimper out of Mai, full of relief and awe.
He wants to be fucked... By her?
“Mhmhm of course I do,” He replies with a hint of greediness because Mai was stupid enough to ask that out loud, “You’ll give it to me, right? Unless fucking your hand sounds better than fucking my pussy which— I might take very badly.”
God, Gojo is talking too much and it leaves her ears ringing with static. Whatever he said after ‘I do’ has been completely lost, Mai acting like some kind of clueless idiot or a dumb virgin at the prospect of being inside Gojo Satoru.
Obviously, she wants to fuck him too, it’s just—
She simply didn’t think she’d get the chance to, a privilege rumored to only be afforded to his own students — like seeing his eyes uncovered as he reaches his peak. That’s a given that Mai will take that opportunity and give Gojo everything he wants because in return, she’ll have even more; a grade one promotion secured and the memory forever etched into the corners of her mind of Gojo Satoru under her.
And when she finally does just that, Gojo now bent over with his front pressed against the desk as his cunt slowly loosens around the pressure of Mai’s cock pushing into him, it’s like a smoldering fire starts burning in her guts.
“Gojo-sensei—” she pants, her voice unsteady like her legs as her hips finally meet Gojo’s. He’s choking her from the inside, the sensation only amplifying as Mai drags her cock out to fuck back in and punching even deeper, the head of her length reaching far inside to graze all the tender spots that have Gojo mewling breathlessly.
He’s groaning and trashing beneath her, seemingly still a bit too raw and sensitive to take it after his last orgasm. But he’s the one who asked for it, isn’t he? There’s no reason for Mai to even think about stopping then; he’ll just have to take it until she has her fill. And god, how hungry she is. Itching for every bite of him as she drapes herself over Gojo’s back. It’s not much weight compared to his bulky frame but still enough to stop his mindless squirming, made to endure as she pounds away into his insides.
“You feel so good sensei. So good, I—” Saliva fills her throat too quickly, her words slurring together as she whispers into Gojo’s ear, “I wanna come in you s-so bad. Can I?” Please. She wants to beg, so afraid he’ll refuse her, denies her this one thing and the worst is, Mai is not certain she’ll even be able to pull out if he does, the warmth of his core drawing her in and driving her so close to a precipice she craves to fall into.
But Gojo doesn’t reject her, mercifully. Only nods his head jerkily since his voice is too broken to work properly under the assault of her thrusts that are only getting faster.
Mai sighs out, a sound bleeding of relief and pure pleasure. There’s no reason to hold back now, and she certainly doesn’t. Not when she feels seconds away from her peak. And Gojo is so good, perfect even, as he clenches so snug around her that she can’t help but take him with her there, snaking a hand under him to play with his jutting clit.
It seems to be all the stimulation Gojo needed to come again. A quick stroke of his clit between two of her fingers and he snaps, while his cries of oversensitivity and the tight squeeze of his walls are Mai’s own downfall.
She can’t starve it off any longer, her thrusts get sharper until they stop abruptly, one last stroke to sink her cock to the hilt when she comes. Mai can't hold back her moans at this moment, can’t do much really except ride that high. For a second or an hour, everything is just crackling and fuzz, a milky screen flashing in her mind as white as the seed she’s painting Gojo’s insides with, blinding all her senses.
It’s like an angel came and blessed her with his ethereal presence. Except the angel wears a black blindfold and opens his legs for anyone that calls him ‘sensei’.
Catching her breath, Mai pulls out slowly to leave their combined mess dribbling down Gojo’s thighs, a puddle of cum and slick soon forming at their feet.
She’s ready to clean it, if that is something Gojo asks of her. But first she needed to know that she’d finally done enough to secure what she had come here for in the first place.
“S-So?” Mai dares to ask, cock still wet as she hides it back behind her panties. “Do I get my recommendation?”
“Well, of course! I’m a man of my word Mai-chan,” Gojo replies easily, not so much hurried to cover himself up, “I’ll put in a good word for you. You’ll be a semi-grade two in no time!”
What?
She must have heard that wrong surely, “What?” Mai repeats out loud, seething, her temper flaring, “Gojo-san, I— I thought we had a deal here.”
Even if she doesn’t see it, Mai can feel the way Gojo is rolling his eyes at her. How is he exasperated when she’s the one that has been fucked here — in more ways than one, “Now, what kind of a teacher do you think I am to be swayed by a good fuck?” A shitty one since you’re fucking all your students anyway, Mai can't help but think, “That would just be irresponsible of me, wouldn’t it? Promoting you to grade one would basically be sending you to slaughter. You’re not strong enough.”
Mai wishes she could say the worst are the scathing words, but the dismissive tone Gojo uses is what truly shoots her dignity dead. Like he’s simply reciting facts like it’s plain obvious.
What a fucking jerk.
Mai is already about to leave, tears of rage burning her eyes and nails digging so deeply and painfully in her palms, she’s afraid it’ll start to bleed. And she’d rather avoid any more humiliation for the day.
“However,” Gojo booms in, now fully dressed once again, too fast for Mai to even pinpoint when he did it. He gets way too close to her face, looming over her and blocking any chances of retreat, “If you’re actually determined to get stronger, I can be so generous as to squeeze in a little time for you in my very tight schedule.”
Mai narrows her eyes. Gojo wants to train her? When he already has his hands full with his own students and his duty as a special grade? Mai has never heard an offer so sketchy in her entire life, and considering that she spent the majority of it pursued by Naoya coming up with every scheme possible to get into her pants, that says a lot.
“Some private lessons. Just you and me Mai-chan, so I could teach you everything you need to know! And I mean everything since you didn’t even think before fucking me raw. You didn't even ask! What do you even learn at Kyoto, mhm? I knew Utahime was doing a terrible job of teaching you all anything valuable.”
So it really was anything but innocent.
Blinking her eyes in consternation, Mai remains speechless. What on earth is going on? Is Gojo really propositioning her into regular disguised training sessions so they can fuck? How did her plan, which seemed so simple, derailed that badly? Mai’s not even sure anymore, her brain capacity all scrapped when Gojo finishes his speech by grabbing her chin and lifting her head so she has no other choice but to look at him.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime offer, Mai. What do you say?”
It doesn’t feel much like a choice honestly. Not when Gojo has her trapped like this, his presence intimidating and pressuring, pushing her into giving her answer now when she knows very well no one really refuses Gojo Satoru.
“I accept, Gojo-san. Thank you,” she says, docile, while Gojo only smiles wider.
“Smart girl,” He even rewards her with a kiss, quick and gentle before he wraps his arm around her shoulders.
“I’ll take you back to Kyoto! Save you the travel.”
Mai can't stress enough how much she doesn't want that. She’d rather spend her last yen on the ride back for a chance to air her thoughts out but also mentally prepare for the barely-concealed judgmental stares of her friends. But once more, Gojo robs the choice right out of her hands.
She’s back at Kyoto High before she even has the time to take her next breath. In the girls’ dorm no less where Momo, who was sprawled on the sofa one moment, sits back up hurriedly the next at their appareance, the candy she was munching on almost going the wrong way while the rest of her sweets fly out of her hands.
“See you soon Mai-chan!” And the fucker pops out just like that. Leaving her with none of her dignity and clothes intact, both stained by Gojo Satoru.
The blend of embarrassment and anger fumes inside her, so much so that Mai stays frozen a little too long before Momo tries to break the awkward silence.
“Did he—”
“Don’t. Say anything,” she grits out before rushing to her room and slamming the door, rattling the hinges under the force of it.
What. The. Fuck.
She doesn’t even want to be a part of the jujutsu world and now she's even much more neck-deep in it, training under fucking Gojo Satoru.
In what type of mess did she put herself into?