Bonded strings (JJk various x OC )

~An angry pombear ~

3rd POV :
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The strong protect the weak, so they say....

But in this harsh reality the strong prey on those who cannot protect themselves or there is a select few who simply just refuse to do so  out of irrational fear.

But Aiko Dojima was none of those things, neither weak, strong or cowardly.

No matter how many of her peers viewed her as physically and mentally strong.
The constant gaze laced with judgement looming behind the tinted shades of her father would say otherwise.

30 minutes has now passed with Yaga explaining the basic Jujutsu tech school rules to Itadori. Aiko stood beside her lanky sensei, her right foot rhythmically tapped against the hardwood flooring.

Glancing back and forth between Itadori and her father, wondering when she can just get out of there already, she spoke up with a sigh leaving her mouth  after Yaga finished notifying the boy.
"Can I just leave now? I feel Filthy after all this exercise, I'm also exhausted."

Itadori's eyes casually scanned Aiko's body from the feet up, she appeared to be wearing thick black combat boots and pants with a belt that had a silver buckle in the centre. As well as a snow white hoodie, that was a little too large on her arms, that caused the material to be slightly creased and ruffled. Her ebony black hair was tousled from all the grappling and combat, also she had opaque dark circles framing her eyes that dared to reveal themselves.

To answer Aiko's question Yaga pointed towards her and said, "I want a word with you first "
Aiko nervously fidgeted with the hem of her sleeves, whilst she shuffled towards Yaga away from the prying ears of her sensei and his student.

He leaned down ever so close towards Aiko's ear, his warm breath fanned over her cheek. Then he uttered
"I never want to see you that pathetic again, getting restrained so fast by a kid who hasn't even been trained in combat."

Yaga then rose up to meet her eye to eye. Aiko felt her stomach drop instantly and tears were threatening to break through, because of this she tried to compose herself. In resentment she clutched the sleeves of her hoodie turning her sore red knuckles white.

Yaga let out a click of his tongue, he also straitened  his posture and announced to everyone in the room  "You can all finally leave, show the boy to the dorms."

As a result of this, Aiko hurriedly sped towards the huge wooden age old doors with her head hung low, earning a quizzical look from Itadori and her sensei as they followed after her small form.
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