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CHAPTER TWO curses "meeting new people could be the beginning or the end"
HER PHONE WAS RINGING FOR THE PAST TWENTY MINUTES. She held her phone up to her lap and blinked at the missed calls.
She was tired, she could already hear her mother lecture and screams with the mix of her older brother, Fuji, acting superior.
Then would her father enter the call and she would have an earful with him.
She had received a message from her sister that night, telling her that their dearest mother was informed of her taking one of Sukuna's fingers and was furious. She was slightly grateful for her older sister to warn her of their mother but (Y/N) had realized she only did it for her own fun.
She learned growing up, that everyone in the family was evilly cunning and mischief just like a snake.
It made (Y/N) want to vomit. She let a sigh and closed her phone, throwing it on her bed, and exited her room. Gojo had informed her that they were going to go pick up a student and then he would take them somewhere.
So that's how she ended up standing beside Megumi and Itadori with a watermelon-flavored popsicle in her hand.
"How are there only three first years? Only that too few?" Itadori questioned, (Y/N) didn't bother to try to answer his question already knowing Megumi would answer.
"We'll have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?"
Itadori thought for a moment, "nope."
"That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are." Itadori nodded, slightly understanding Megumi's explanations.
"Also didn't you say I was the fourth?"
"Their entry was decided a while ago," (Y/N) spoke for the first time since she met up with the two, the popsicles now finished and her lips were stained, "you know what Jujutsu high school is like, everyone has unique circumstances."
"Sorry for the wait!" The three turned their attention towards their teacher walking towards them, "oh?" His attention went towards Itadori, "your uniform made it in time, I see."
"Yeah, it's a perfect fit!" Itadori said, "though it's slightly different from Fushiguro's and Armia'a," he tugged on the red hood, "it has a hood for one."
"That's because the uniforms can be customized upon request," (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at her teacher.
"Huh? But I never put a request."
"I was the one who put in the custom order," (Y/N) let a hum and turned away from the three, bored of the conversation already. She looked around and watched people walk by without a care.
