ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx

12 May 2005
Approximately 4:20 P.M.
Tokyo, Japan

“Ira-sensei! Can we please take a break? We’ve been at it for hours, and my hands hurt!”

You looked up at the gray-haired man, watching him bend the metal strip with his tools. He glanced down at you, his gaze landing on your reddened palms, and sighed. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed you. You quickly dropped the Kusarigama and picked up your water bottle, before settling beside him on the ground.

“Ira-sensei, are you making another ring?” You asked, peering over his shoulder.

“Yes, except this one is not for you,” He hummed.

“Aw! Why not?” You asked with a pout.

“Because this one is going to be for a stranger.”

“A stranger?” You frowned. “Why would you give something so pretty to someone you don’t know?”

He chuckled. “That’s why you give it to them. They do not owe you anything for giving it to them. It is an act of kindness,”

“Well...Okaasan says you shouldn’t talk to strangers,” You said.

“Someones, actions speak louder than words do, Y/n.”

“Everyone always says that. What does it mean, Ira-sensei?” You asked, holding the f/c water bottle in your hands.

“When you do something to show your gratitude or kindness, rather than expressing it with words, it means much more. Instead of praising you with my words, I give you a ring every time you accomplish something. Because of that, you work so much harder in order to get another one,” He explained.

“Yeah, because they’re so cool!” You exclaimed, holding your necklace, lined with the three rings on it. “But they’re too big for my hands.”

“You’ll grow into them. The day you can slip your fingers through them, is the day you’ll no longer need me to teach you. You’ll be able to do everything on your own,” He placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“Silly! I’ll always need you, Ira-sensei! There’s no way I can be a cool sorcerer like you all on my own! You have a lot of stuff to teach me!”

“Then you better get back to work, young lady! Up on your feet! You need to work on your stance.”

“Yessir!”

“Quit laughing at me, you jackass!” You barked, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Gojo only laughed harder, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from how hard he’d been cackling. You kicked him out of his chair, folding your arms over your chest with a huff. Gojo tried to speak, but only laughed harder. He’d seen you fall after Geto asked him to aid you, and had been laughing since you woke up with a concussion.

“It’s not that funny!” You yelled.

“Satoru, cut it out. Quit picking on her,” Geto said boredly, cheek resting against his fist as he flipped through the book he was reading.

“She’s hurt, give her a break,” Ieiri said, kicking him lightly with the toe of her shoe.

“Y-You guys are no fun!” He whined, sitting up. He wiped the corner of his eyes, another chuckle escaping his lips, resulting in another kick from both you and Ieiri.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Geto said, closing his book. “But I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” You replied.