Fog of War || Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader

Abnormalcy

???: Did you bring the file as requested?

???: A-Ah yes sir. The file was shipped over this morning.

???: Excellent. We just have to wait for the others to arrive and we can begin.

The door to the room flew open, smacking into the walls next to the frame with a thump as a joyful-looking male and a tired-looking female entered.

Joyful Man: Hey there.

The woman took a moment to force shut the doors to the room as the other two gentlemen took their seats. The male seated at the end of the table grunted, his low deep voice reverberating in the room as his hand rested upon a small stuffed animal.

???: Ijichi, please bring forth the file.

The shakey male nodded, taking a step toward the table before placing the file on the table. He carefully opened the folder to reveal various pages and a few pictures, some of the wording blacked out. Ijichi lifted his hands and began spreading the documents out neatly before the gathered members, gulping as all eyes seemed directed at him.

Ijichi: The transfer is (Y/n) (L/n) a second grade second year from Kyoto. After our request for help, Kyoto decided to transfer over (L/n). They have already taken the courtesy to send over his files bu-

Tired Woman: They are utter garbage.

Ijichi froze up a bit as the woman spoke.

Tired Woman: They used more ink to cover up information about (L/n) than they used typing up the file. Other than his name, blood type, and use of glasses, we don't know anything about his health.

Ijichi: Ms.I-Ieiri is correct. The majority of the files have been scrubbed of data except for the basics such as his name, grade, and year level. 

The joyful-looking man perked up a bit, hunching forward to rest his chin on his laced fingers.

Joyful Man: Hmm... it's not like Gakuganji to throw his sorcerers around. Maybe he's sending a spy to look over our operations.

The other male in the room sighed through his nose, his eyes hidden by his glasses as he thought over the details. 

Ijichi: There are only two other key factors here that have been revealed to us. (L/n)'s ability seems to have something to do with fog, mainly there are multiple mentions of it throughout the document that weren't blocked out. And the second fact is (L/n) has yet to form a pact. Not even one with himself.

Ms. Leiri: That is a bit peculiar, but what is even more strange is why they would let us know that instead of his health conditions. I'll have him examined when he arrives to fill in the blanks we have been given.

Joyful Man: Wouldn't it be better to test him out once he arrives? There we can gauge his abilities and determine if he has a cursed technique or tool.

???: We will do both. I wish to meet the lad once he has arrived as well. I will do the testing as well.

The joyful man seemed to pout softly, more than likely wanting to test out the student himself but relented. Ieiri let out a gentle sigh through her nose. You seemed like a normal healthy student, even your eyesight wasn't that bad according to the charts. Though it still perplexed her why your file was more marked up than an old spy movie. Hah... school rivalries... The three seemed to conclude the meeting and set off, preparing for the arrival of the transfer.

Your hand lifted and brushed back a bit of your hair, glancing at yourself now that you had gotten some semblance of sleep after the news. Your eyes were a bit dark behind your silver wire-framed glasses. The lenses were once dirtier, but that seemed like a curse in itself. The curse of bad eyesight... Your (E/c) eyes took a moment to drift down to your outfit. Your top was a simple school uniform though you preferred to tuck the collar down rather than leave it up. Your sleeves were rolled up a bit as well, revealing a tightly wrapped cloth around both of your wrists wrapping around your palms and knuckles once more deciding back toward the wrist. You didn't much like touching curses, but when push came to shove and you were needing to push and or shove a curse you had the wraps to lessen the gross feeling. Your pants were, not surprisingly, also from the school uniform though. Your pant legs hung loosely though your legs were not so easy to strike, bandage-wrapped leggings running from your ankles up to your knee guarding your legs against lower attacks with your leggings tucked into your brown leather boots that arrived just below your ankle. Truthfully, they seemed more like dress shoes but you wouldn't argue with the school.