She had that type of attitude that just drew them in closer...
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That is correct...it's a Jujutsu Kaisen story.
[various x oc]
Jujutsu Kaisen does NOT belong to me, only my character does .
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Pale purple eyes watched as the lights of city flashed brilliantly, a kaleidoscope of colors that brought the feeling of mirth. Those empty eyes watched as couples sauntered down streets, students laughing with their friends, and people laughing joyfully as they bought some snacks from the vendors that lined the streets.
Caramel colored fingers filtered through long black locks as Casimere gave a long sigh, her pale eyes never leaving the sights before her. A light swoosh was heard, causing Casimere to huff and turn her gaze over her shoulder, her empty eyes locking onto a blindfold. The blindfolded man had stunning white hair and had an impressive height; Casimere only came just below his chin in her geta sandals.
"You hungry?" The pale man asked. Casimere turned to fully look at his slouched form, her loose blue kimono billowing in the wind and sliding off of her shoulder, showing off the skin tight black turtleneck underneath. Casimere didn't answer him for a minute, only staring at where his eyes would be behind the blindfold. The only noise that was heard was the wind and the clicking of beads from the necklace that wrapped around her neck.
"Yeah, what are we getting?" Said man immediately cheered and wrapped a lanky arm around Casimere's thin shoulders, pulling her closer to himself. "I'm so glad you asked my cute little underling! I know this wonderful place to get mochi at and you just have to try it!" Casimere scoffed and allowed the elder to transport into an alley near the shop he mentioned. "Don't call me that." Gojo just hummed in reply and linked his arm with the shaman next to him.
Casimere watched as Gojo eagerly spoke with the short woman selling the sweet treats at the stall, ignoring all of the curious gazes on her form. It's quiet rare to see someone dressed as bizarrely as she is, but she has gotten used to the near constant gazes of her form over the years. A sudden heavy pressure was felt on her shoulders, causing her empty gaze to move towards where she was feeling the dense pressure. Gojo was instantly at her side with a bag filled with the delicious treats he has chosen for them to snack on.
"Alrighty then, lets go check on Megumi to see how he's doing!" Gojo chirped and transported them to a roof of a school building. "What's the situation?" A startled gasp left the ravenette's mouth as Megumi whipped around to stare at the two taller people who just appeared.
"Gojo-sensei and Casimere? What are you two doing here?" Casimere's geta sandals clacked against the concrete of the roof as she kneeled in front of the injured student, her caramel colored hand cupping his cheek and her thumb brushing underneath his eye. "Oh my Fushiguro," Casimere hummed as she watched the other nuzzle into her warm touch.
"HAHA! You look really beat up there Fushiguro! I need to show the second years!" Gojo cheered as he started rapidly taking phots of the injured Megumi, who tried to hide his face in Casimere's flowy kimono sleeves. Casimere's sharp light blue nails softly scratched at Megumi's scalp as she allowed her fingers to brush through the spikey locks. Megumi closed his eyes at the feeling and allowed her warmth to wash over him, allowing him to relax his guard for the first time this night.
"SO! Where's this special grade object?" Gojo questioned, his tone still light and cheery as he watched Casimere coddle his student. Megumi stopped his embarrassing nuzzling of the older woman in front of him and whipped around to stare at the pink haired boy awkwardly standing behind the three of them. Casimere's pale purple eyes flittered upwards to watch as the pink haired boy sheepishly raise both of his hands in defense.
