ON HIATUS
megumi fushiguro x OC
after the mysterious murder of her parents, a special grade cursed spirit takes Kiyo Gojo under his wing. she's spent her entire life despising jujutsu sorcerers, so what will happen when she has to join forces with t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Kiyo sat cross-legged on the large sectional sofa, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She wasn't quite sure what to do with her alone time, picking anxiously at her fingers. Her instincts told her that if she was going to run, now would be the time to do it. It would be so easy to steal a couple of Gojo's expensive things and escape. But her heart ached at the idea of taking anything from this man whose been so generous and caring towards her. Part of her truly did want to be a better person.
She stood from her seat and approached the large white front door at the front of the room. She traced her eyes around the shapes of the door, a familiar feeling of guilt and loneliness welling up in her stomach. She felt out of place, and she thought that maybe if she ran right now she could make it far enough away before anyone noticed.
She reached her hand out, her fingertips resting gently on the cool metal door knob. Her mind was consumed by the idea that these sorcerers would be better off without her — she would bring them pain and in turn, they would never be able to truly accept her. She applied some pressure to her fingertips, twisting the door knob ever so slowly.
And then the door swung open, striking her square in the forehead and knocking her unconscious.
When Kiyo regained her consciousness a minute or so later, she was laying on the floor — a dull pain radiating through her skull. Gojo and Nobara were knelt down next to her, concerned expressions across their faces.
"Are you okay?" Gojo asked.
"Why were you standing right behind the door?" Nobara interjected.
"Ah — I don't know, I thought I heard something and I was gonna check it out," She lied, holding a hand up to her throbbing forehead.
"You probably just heard us closing the car doors or something," Nobara gave her a skeptical look.
"You're right, I'm sorry," Kiyo shook her head, her guilt intensifying every time she lied to them.
"Can you stand?" Gojo offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet.
Kiyo wobbled for a few seconds but ultimately determined that she was fine. She had a small swollen bump on the front of her head but it would probably go down in a couple days. She remembered everything just fine so there was no serious damage done. Although, it might have been kind of nice to lose her memory — to not have to remember why she was standing by the door in the first place.
That's when she noticed all the bags. Her uncle and the orange-haired girl were both carrying several shopping bags from a variety of stores.
"They're clothes. For you," Nobara answered her silent question.
"Mr. 'I-blame-myself-for-my-abandoned-criminal-niece-who-was-raised-by-a-curse' feels guilty and is trying to make you feel welcomed," she rolled her eyes at the tall masked man.
