𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

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"𝐒𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫?"

"Ehh," Satoru's voice lilted, trying to find a fitting word for his odd profession. He dramatically looked around, as if he was carrying a huge secret. "Something like that."

"Satoru, don't play with me," she warned him, while simultaneously congealing a smile as the man swiveled his head for the hundredth time.

Her assumption made sense, as Jujutsu Tech was located at a temple on the outskirts of Tokyo, though as one night know now, that this was a guise for it's true identity as being a school that instructs and teaches jujutsu and develop cursed techniques.

Y/n turned her head to the black haired driver with black spectacles before leaning to Satoru's ear.

"Do you always hitch a ride with your assistant principal?"

"Occasionally," he replied, stifling a smirk at Ijichi's tired expression from the sorcerer's sudden demand at carpooling him and a random woman to the school he was already residing. Gojo knew he was a push over, and of course he obliged.

It hadn't even been a mere five minutes into their ride when Ijichi gave a singular glance in the rear view mirror to the blindfolded sorcerer, his eyes furrowing in confusion at something. Or rather, a lack of something.

In return, Gojo acknowledged the motion. He did not return a face of agreement, but rather dropped any ounce of smugness or humor. His features were set into a straight line, not showing a single drop of apologetics.

"Y/n-san, if I may," Ijichi began. "Where are you from?"

Y/n went to answer, but Gojo interjected, his presence now articulate and careful.

"The States, Ijichi-kun. She's from the United States."

The driver looked at him with a new knowledge that y/n couldn't quite read. The rest of the ride was practically silent.

As the car pulled up to the face of the beautiful temples, Gojo leaned between the driver and front passenger seat.

"Take us to the back path, Ijichi-san, if you'd be so kind." His voice wasn't easy going either, rather, it was tepid and oozed with forced politeness. One could easily see his facial muscles twitch with premeditated irritation.

Y/n raised a brow as the assistant principal obliged.

"What for?" she questioned, poking Satoru's side.

The sorcerer said nothing.

A moment later, they had arrived at their destination, a thin cemented path lined with a wired fence traveling through a grove of trees.

Gojo turned to y/n and gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.

"Go ahead, y/n, I'll be out in a second."

Her sweet e/c eyes went back and forth to both men before settling on the white haired sorcerer.

"Don't take too long." She brushed his knuckle before opening the sleek black car's door and exiting.

The two men sat in silence, both knowing what was about to be addressed, neither very excited.

Ijichi raised a hand to his temple, his glasses leaning from the bridge of his nose.