Scarlet Eyes (Gojo Satoru x OC)

❃ XXIV. the first years

Welcome to the Introduction arc (Arc 4). All further arcs will be significantly shorter, I may even add an extra arc because drama. And Wattpad's fixed so I'll be getting to do more updates, but I also have to finish the cover so. Timeskip, one year. Kumori and Gojo are 20, Kumori just turned 20. Second years are 16-17. First years are 15-16. Lemme tell you the embarrassment of writing anything steamy is just...UGHHHH but I'm trying T-T

Kumori twisted her body to the left, swinging her staff to the curvature of her body, effectively hitting the dummy square in the head, knocking it. She put the staff in a rest position as she stared at the now rolling head, detached from its body.

"You know if you keep doing that, sensei will stop giving you dolls," Shoko observed from her seat just a few feet away from Kumori.

Kumori only shrugged and went to the next dummy. "And why are you here? Don't you have something better to do?" She asked as she discarded the staff and opted to using just her body for the sake of the dummy.

"The same reason why you're here," Shoko said. "We're both terribly bored."

Kumori paused and huffed from her position, trying to catch her breath. She guessed she must have been doing this for two hours, indeed finding nothing better to do. For the next few days it would be quiet, the little first years they had were slowly trickling in.

Gojo and Megumi were out on a mission, but Kumori had suspected that Gojo just dumped his mission on poor Megumi. But she knew her cousin could use the training and he was a grade 2, he could probably handle, not to mention his usual level-headed self.

The second years weren't here for her to train them either, having sent them on a three week mission. It was allowed since Inumaki was a freshly made semi-grade 1. They wouldn't have any trouble.

But that left Kumori to her own devices, having nothing to do but train, read, and play music. Activities that she normally would find fun, but she was starting to think this was getting repetitive.

It was after Kumori had done a roundhouse kick to the dummy, sending the 100 pound thing to the floor did Shoko finally have enough. "Alright. I'm sick of seeing you demolish and destroy college property anymore. We're going shopping."

Kumori blinked twice, trying to see if her friend was being serious, and one glance at her tapping foot and crossed arms sent the message through. She sighed once, and shedded her gloves, before shrugging her jacket on to change. "Gimme a sec to shower and we'll do whatever you want."

"You know, you should dress up like this more often when you train. I know Gojo would appreciate it," Shoko smirked, whilst giving her friend a once over.

Kumori glanced down looking at her attire. She was in a fitted sports bra and sweats, which she thought wasn't anything special. They were just comfortable. "And why would I do that?"

Shoko snorted. "Oh c'mon. You look fucking hot in that. You're in sweats that just adds layers to your hips, and a toned stomach. And what man doesn't like his girl in any kind of bra?"

Kumori deadpanned her friend. Shoko only chuckled. "Look its not even soft at all," while poking Kumori's tummy.

"Urusai," Kumori glared at her friend while Shoko chucked at towel right at her face.

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"No." Kumori crossed her arms while shaking her head. She didn't know why she had agreed to this. Three of her friends were grinning at her while holding up a skimpy lingerie bra and panties. Well actually all their eyes were half lidded, their mouths into smirks.

While Kumori was showering, Shoko had taken the liberty to call up Utahime and Mei Mei, much to Kumori's dismay. It wasn't that she disliked the girls necessarily, but all three of them together spelled trouble.